Dusty Boots and Forever

Some roots don't need a ceremony,
They just claim the ground they've known.
Dusty boots,
Saying "forever," that's the way it always starts.
No grand design, no perfect timing,
Just two people and their scars.
I never planned on staying long,
But the dirt stayed on my feet.
Dusty boots, saying "forever" is the only kind of complete.
Most "forever" talk is careful,
It's dressed up clean and polished.
Bright eyes walked in with dusty boots and never asked if it was right.
I still leave them by the door like they'll always find their place.