Light filtering in through curtains that sway in the breeze

The low rumble of cars outside our window

I turn in bed and my hand finds your chest

Steady breathing still in the rhythm of sleep

The room is bright, artwork hanging on the walls of all the places we’ve been while we were apart

And promises of a life to come together

Of never saying goodbye

I tuck my head into your shoulder, breathing in the scent of you

Your turn to me, your arms automatically finding me in your sleep, pulling me to you

I’m finally home