Coming Home

Balto, Steele told me

how you were gone,

how you were lost,

how you weren’t coming home.

But I don’t believe him.

I believe you are alive,

coming home,

coming for Rosy and me.

Steele told me

that you had asked him

to protect me.

But I know how you really feel.

Everyone else believed him

--all the dogs in Nome.

But I don’t.

I’m the outcast now;

I know how you feel,

how you’ve felt all your life.

Or do I?

This is because of what I’ve done;

the rest is because of who you are.

Because you are part wolf,

people want you dead.

But nothing could make me believe

you were dead.

I needed a way to guide you

--to guide you back to Nome.

But then I remembered

what you showed me under the hospital:

the Northern Lights.

‘The most beautiful spot in the world,’ you called it.

But I know you were thinking of me.

Now,

as I place this lantern,

these broken bottles,

these lights will guide you

to the most beautiful spot in the world:

Home.

With me.

Everyone else believed Steele,

but I didn’t.

I don’t.

I believe you are coming back.

Coming home

to Rosy and me.

You will save Rosy

when you come back.

Come home,

Come home to me;

I need you.

Balto, come home!

Balto, Steele, Rosy (c) Universal