a last trip
around
the frozen
civil war cemetery
my mind haunted
by extraordinary
beauty
music playing
loudly
in my ears
the cold bite
of the wind
a reminder
that i am
still alive
that these ghosts
are figments
of the me
that died
to be reborn
in her eyes
as something
more complete
than i had been
before

all it takes is being somewhere you don’t want to be to truly see exactly where you truly wish to go

to learn that home is not some fabled ideal but a reality that simply requires her wrapped in my arms

one last trip through the empty streets as the understanding that my heart is exactly where it needed to go

to you