Coming Home

The distance, it was not so far
He came, he stood, he looked
He stared up at her window
He walked the rocky path

She looked out across the street
His face beneath the lamp begged the question
Wordlessly she brought him in

She turned away
Not wanting him to see the ache upon her face
The wasted years, the misery

He touched tokens collecting dust
Photographs, those he loved and missed
Pieces of memories of peace

He savoured her sweet scent
A fleeting trace of paradise
Masking bloodshed’s stench

The distance, it was not so far
The journey, a million miles
Save, in the name of faith
Their world was torn apart



2009