-a place called home

for I should not weep in despair, upon the path she would not walk; nor drown in familiar reverie always swept away by floods of selfishness come to pass, but instead just be there unconditionally
   
and if her heart forever longed to be lead astray in whatever darkness she braves alone, could I not still love her lost  
   
like brighter days we used to remember as the rain fell so hard outside; we took for granted how lucky it is to have ever known the warmth and safety of a place called home  
   
-ed