Prodigal

I thought that without You

I'd be alright;

That I'd finally be free

If you weren't running my life.

And I tried a few things,

I went hard, I had fun

But I only felt hollow

When it was over and done.

I told myself I needed to adjust

To time on my own;

That this was a phase

Or syndrome- like Stockholm.

When I took a minute

To catch my breath,

My heart was finally able

To catch up to my head.

I understood

That for all the things I'd said,

My feet had me gravitating

Back to the One I had left.

So here I am 

On your front porch

Wondering 

If you still carry a torch.

But for my part,

The sound your name

Kindles inside me 

A bright, ardent flame.

Stripped down to nothing
But bare naked hope,
I steel my nerves
And will my limbs to work.

I close my eyes,

I feel myself shudder

From all this emotion

As I reach for the buzzer.