...I follow your footprints ,
tracing your smell,
desperately hoping,
may be hope
is the only thing
that remains
telling me that
you will find me waiting,
when you pace
your way back to your home,
tired and forlorn,
I wish,
and only I wish,
that you see me,
see me with open arms
waiting for you,
to embrace your pain.
I wish you know then,
that I always
wanted to be your home.
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