the drive

I brush the hair from your face
in the lights of the passing cars.
Then I place my hand on your knee
as you sleep so peacefully.

Without opening your eyes, you
whisper ‘are we there yet?’
as you lace your fingers in mine.
No, baby, it’s not time.

When we get close to home,
you sit up and stretch,
slide over to kiss me on the cheek.
And tell me about your crazy dream.

This is how it is with you and me.

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