It was not straight,
not paved with certainty
or lit by stars that stayed in place.
There were turns I did not choose,
detours that broke me,
and moments I thought
I had lost the way completely.

There were years
when silence was louder than love,
and days that asked more
than I could give.

But still,I walked.
Sometimes crawling,
sometimes carried
by nothing but the idea
that something waited somewhere.

I did not know it was you.
I did not know that your voice
would feel like coming home,
or that your presence
would make sense of the path
that once felt empty.

But here you are.
And suddenly,
the road
makes sense.