aclarityofconscious:

The house is quiet,
Except for the noises normally gone unheard,
And your muted footsteps from below.

Separated momentarily by a dream,
I strain to determine your path.

From the pace and intensity
I hear your determination.

A determination to strike out in a new direction.
A direction forty years in the making.

And while my heart stands by you,
In encouragement,
In love,
In hope,

I long to hear the sound of your footsteps 
Making their way back to my side…

I love you. ~ Me