Coming Home

If love were a city 
I would crawl through every alley
On hand and knee
Feeling every crevice
Caressing each contour
Of it’s aged pavement
Relishing each touch
Wondering at each turn
Lost on streets, with names long forgotten
Meandering past walls never named
It would trouble me little
The distance left to traverse 
The steady, unrelenting passage of time unforgiving
No lament for perhaps never reaching my destination 
For by now I know
I am already home