You said, "When..."
and nothing after that really mattered
because that one word was all it took
for me to know how you felt,
how you hoped,
how you knew that somehow,
someway, I'd be back.
That I would find my way back to you.
It didn't matter that I seemed like a hopeless case, you hoped for me,
It didn't matter that I lost my way so many times, you left lights for me to follow,
it didn't matter that I was dirty and messed up, you set the table and told me I was welcome.
It didn't matter that I had been gone for so long,
and treated you so wrong,
you're arms remain just how I left them.
Open.
You were a heaven
to the hell I brought
and I never even thanked you.
This conversation,
after all these years,
showed me one thing:
you were my one tether,
my life line,
my only way of weathering every storm
I found my way into.
There was never a question of "if".
It was always "when".
That type of devotion is the sort that
makes humans out of monsters.
SK
