Footprints

You left footprints when you went that led me home to you. I knew I'd find you, it was meant to be, I just had to change the view. Your immediate open arms could be felt in every message you sent and the love you spill is felt in every single moment spent. Your eyes are wearied now, yet you still hold true. And there's no beauty in this pain caused by what they've done to you. I hope to run into your arms once all of this is through.