A Home Away

A long winding drive is my greeting.

The razor wire ahead looms tall.

Towers rise to meet me.

I know he’s behind the next wall.

I’ve never spent a night at this home.

It’s a two hour drive to get here.

And too soon I’ll leave again alone.

Back through the gates into the clear.

My home is inside the prison walls.

But I’ve never committed a crime.

They caught him in one of the big drug hauls.

But we both have to do this time.

But for these brief moments

I don’t hear the sounds.

I block out all the inmate movements.

And the police making their rounds.

Two plastic chairs face each other.

Don’t stand up or they’ll make me leave.

All we can do is stare at each other.

But its enough to make me believe.

I know it will all be better.

I just have to stay the course.

He’ll come back to be a husband and father.

When they decide that it will please the courts.

Here there’s no option for treatment.

Only the cells that hold my home.

They don’t care about the missed moments.

The family that’s lost to just roam.

Too quickly I’m forced to say goodbye.

Thrown back out to the cold.

But I know I’ll be back again.

How many times is yet to be told.

Someday it will all come back together.

Someday my home will come home.

Until then I drive back to the highway.

To go back to my house alone.

He is my home.

His arms are my shelter.

His love leaves my knowing

I’m never alone.