I used
to follow him home
He knew
where
he
was
going
He walked up
ahead
like
a
scout
a
protector
On occasion
he
would
turn
ever
so
slightly
to
make
sure
I
was
keeping
up
He spoke to me
in
this
way
I still
look for him
all
the
time
even
though
he
has
long ago
sauntered
into
the
horizon
When my ship
is
on
its
final
sail
he will
be
waiting
As
I get
closer
he
will
lead
me
to
what will be
our
(not just
his)
forever
home
This
is
the full circle
No net need be cast
nor
fishing rod
in hand
I will see him
he
will
see
me
