i have always been a wanderer -
i roam the earth, bare feet against the dirt,
finding temporary resting spaces for my heart.

i have traversed the plains, scaled mountains,
felt the tear of sinew and faith when i fell.
i have scars - raw and aching - that
leave me breathless in the daylight.

but along the journey, i found you
with wounds that mirrored mine;
a familiar fear in your eyes
but brazen hope in your heart.

and with arms outstretched,
you cradled my weary bones
drew promises around my scars
kissed the corners of my eyes
and whispered in my ear
"breathe, love, and hang your heart here -
you're home"