If after homecoming you come home, it has to be the sweetest coming home there is.
Almost as if you wake up and say, "Wait. Where were we?"
(Just sitting at a table.)
I whisper, "I miss you."
He apologizes before saying all I needed to hear before starting the day.
There. Right up there would've been perfect.
Surely nobody has time for anything more.
Instead I push with no apologies necessary and thank you, you gave me what I needed.
Today I am grateful for hiking gear and a way to seal my tent.
Good shoes and a promise of a drop in temps.
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