Finally Home

Eight hours of hell and

I'm back from it

laying in Boston Terrier PJs and

watching old cartoons stoned and

laughing when

I see you snoring and

drooling

your eyelashes long and

dark against the white of your skin

unaware and

still

you have brown hair plastered against your cheek

I never noticed

the curves of your face framed by

the blue soft hue of mornings light.