The Way Back Home Poem by Charles Hancock

The Way Back Home



Once I knew the way back home
Restless hearts tend to roam
Like a discarded bottle in the ocean
Just going along with the motion

Now I'm not sure which way I should go
It seems like everything is to and fro
Nothing to cling to when I grow weary
Not like the days when I had my dearie

It seems like it's been such a long time
Since we laughed over a bottle of wine
And went on an evening walk
Followed by some pillow talk

It's a lonely and ambiguous path that I travel
Hoping, one day, my route will unravel
If I only knew then what I now know
I'd have been content to remain her beau

Maybe I'll soon find my way
And go back home to stay
If she's still there in the garden
I'll come begging her pardon

Friday, October 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lost love
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