To Bring You Home
So close I know we surely must be by now;
Long traveled roads and shaded breaks
Have brought us slowly here.
I hear that you are thinking of me,
That you have never really looked away.
And now I walk towards the ashes of what we called home,
No matter how badly my body is now worn.
I knew we would meet here one day
And so I cut my wrists to show the way
I wanted nothing but to take you here to me.
Copyright © Greta Kitts | Year Posted 2015
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