Coming

COMING                                                                                                      

If you will wait for me

upon the road,

Well travelled by broken hearts

I am told,

There somewhere near fresh

fallen tears,

I will embrace with love

and show I care;

I won’t look back nor

return again,

To a place where fools can

never mend,

I walk so slow that you

might wonder how,

I’m moving at all with

hand on brow...

But there’s a reason I

tell you true,

My hand is lifted to focus on,

the one ahead -

I’m looking for you -

Larry

Written for Vickie before we were engaged.