Time to Come Home
The sign on the door stated “Please close”, but she
had no time for that
Golden locks curled to perfection, must be flawless
Bold is the name of the game, canary colored dress,
scarlet lips
Surrounding her a solid color scheme, her poise and
eloquence yellow allowed her to illuminate
The red light indicated a stop in the traffic, the
“One Way” street pointed in her direction
She would not cease, and her pathway was laid out
before her. Destination Train Station
5 years she had waited for this moment, and she had
5 minutes to spare
His head gently rested on my shoulder
The heat of his flushed face against my forehead
His dirtied leather combat boots against the leather
of the seat ahead of us
I wonder which of these people he has lead
The blue patch that signified his defense
Of the 50 states in which we belonged
Make me feel safe as I nuzzle my face closer to his
Nothing in the world could make this moment wrong
The ticket collector doing his job but our love
tuned it out
The little girl in front of us dreaming to one day
be me
Cloud Nine had never allowed me to land on it before
His hazel eyes and auburn hair I had so longed to
see
5 minutes to spare, as she fixes her hair
5 years she had waited, for the one she has dated
Her mission set before her clear,
He is home, no more fear.
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