Almost Home
As I close my eyes and try to drift off to sleep
I hear the hum of the engine and the whoosh of
the road under the tires. I feel you take my hand
and kiss my knuckles, whispering “we’ll be home soon.”
I feel the steady tremble of the car as it
drives upon the asphalt. Intermittent bumps
along the way. I drift to the right in my seat as
you take a curve. Back to center as the road
straightens out. The wheels hit a particularly rough
pothole, and I hear you curse under your breath and
I feel you glance at me, hoping I didn’t wake.
I drift to the left in my seat as you take
another curve. Staying put now as the road straightens
out again. Forehead resting against your shoulder
as I inhale your cologne. Last memory as
I am welcomed into sleep’s warm embrace.
I’m home.
