Frantic

Fast paced

Good God the things to face

Sirens blaring

No place to sit

Be still trace back steps

From there

To here (hear)

I listen

To your words

Though we’ve never met

Connecting dots

Like stars in Orion’s Belt

North we went

Building bridges

To a home far way

So far from you

So close to this

Your choices A+

Making me

Us