The Longest Walk Back to Your Arms

The Longest Walk Back to Your Arms

I walked alone through years of doubt

past empty rooms and closing doors

the silence louder than our rows

the loss too sharp to mourn or pause

You took the photos down in time

I packed the memories in haste

we made a war of what was kind

and let the days collapse to waste

But nothing stayed the way it broke

the ache grew old, the blame grew thin

a softer truth began to smoke

from all the wrecks we’d carried in

No sudden turn, no lightning spark

just two old hands that reached again

your face familiar in the dark

a whispered start, a drop of rain

We didn’t promise stars or songs

we didn’t claim we’d never part

we chose to try, to right the wrongs

and stitch new corners to the heart

Now every step is slow and sure

not chasing what we used to be

but something deeper, strong and pure

a love that walked its way to me

So here I stand, no need to speak

the past behind, no need to warn

your arms, the home I went to seek

the longest walk back to your arms.