You search for a love that feels like home,
as decades drift by,
with bruises borne as badges of pride.
Still, you wait—hoping for the day
when something lighter can be shared
with the one who holds your heart.
The frogs are many but hope never fades;
amidst the fog, the storms, the false starts,
your other half waits, just as you do,
for the moment you’ll both find your way home,
in a Massachusetts gleam.