Road Trip

six hours in the car

silence and darkness around me

and i can barely see the road ahead

lost and wandering around

your quiet breaths, sleep in your eyes

dreams hovering like sheep

edges faded and blurred, as 

rain falling steadily around us.

but it is alright

it echoes loud, and deep,

but it is alright,

because you are home.

the silence is comforting 

rather than stifling.

because you are home,

and i am here with you.