take this time here and do with it what you will.
spent it ruthlessly with every might of your passion.
walk every street until you’re soles
can bare the burden no more.
you will find your way, worn,
****** footprints on lost pavements
that lead to nowhere, somewhere.
i will wait for as long as it takes,
tend every wound until you
know that every step you took,
every wipe of your brow,
every heave for every elusive breath
was not futile, you were merely
finding your way back home.

my arms are open.