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,
I long to hear the sound of your footsteps
Making their way back to my side…
I love you. ~ Me