Though it may be difficult to return, you’re waiting for me. Strong. True.
Though waves of indecision wash over me, you stop me in my tracks – your offer of grace and forgiveness as I find my footing. For the harsh word, the last word, no word.
You’ve been my mentor, my Rocky Shore, from whence I came and will return. We won’t always agree, we won’t always clash, we won’t always have the time together as time fades fast.
I return to your side.
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