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