I’m coming home…

The realization of how good you had it was never a thought going through your mind. One phone call saying “I’m coming home” would’ve corrected everything in life. The seriousness of the situation was no matter who stood in your place was temporary within your choice to be absent of us. As the comprehension of the luv I had for you had been sidestepped by denials hush, “I’m coming home”, wait a phrase I waited to hear for oh so long. With an any given second to tell you “home is where we belong”. I know you felt it but failed to accept a dream becoming a reality that was more than real. One lil ring, a decision to return with a clarity in your eyes was my patience that told no lie. You were forgiven before the chaos ever took place. As you never said “I’m coming home” and that’s what bothered the expression upon my face. And now I haven’t it in me to waste my worth on the blindness in which you live. Fact is, for you they want anything I wouldn’t give. Promises came from the heart that were meant until the. End. But yours came prior to i and I becoming true friends…