Aftermath: Back To Home

I found the road that was left behind and none the worse for wear or time... and though the blooms had fell to snow there were no signs of me to find... Along the path the pines had spread and weaved a bridge across my heart had held above the rising tides - a place was meant for me to start... I cannot know how long the days between the last breath and the first but understand that time was not for me to still my longing thirst... Where would I go - or would I try to find the way back home to this to know that home was always for me - and what of love It was me I missed...