I have learned to become content
with the dissatisfaction of good-byes
at airports and train stations.
One of us is always left
wanting to make the parting
I am home now.
I dropped off you,
and your dog.
I am just trying to get back to sleep,
wondering if I appreciated you enough
while you were here.
I feel this same thing about you
and my puppy—
I wonder if you both know how much
I love you when I’m sleeping.
Lying next to each other,
do we know we both are there?
What do we have to account
for these lost hours, you and me,
and our two dogs all together
side by side in my small bed?