welcome back....

Was it a dream?
It must have been a dream…
but wait! It is not a dream…it is real!
Here you are, right in front of me.
As always the first thing I see
is your face
Your delicate eyelids
holding last minute dreams
that skittle around
for fear of being chased away
by the growing line of golden warmth
Your mouth – a child’s pout
Full of innocence
the same tenderness
that flows in your honey kisses
Your palms curled up
under your cheek
holding in them butterflies
and baggage tags
Your breathing steady and calm
Always the same
I took me a while
to remember how
you got here
For months
your pillow had been
untouched