More than anything,
I wish I could have
come home to you
tonight, sleeping
soundly in our bed.
I wish I could have
fumbled through our house,
trying not to wake you.
I wish I could have
undressed quietly
in our room hoping that
you would not be disturbed.
I wish that I could have
tried to crawl into our bed
without moving too much.
I wish I could have
tried so hard no to wake you
but in the end,
you would have woken anyway.
I wish you could have
rolled over and smiled,
still half asleep,
and kissed me
sweetly on the lips.
I wish you could have
woken up, only slightly, and
asked me how my evening was,
trying to stay awake
as I told the shortest
version of the story
that I could .
I wish you could have
rolled back over and tucked
yourself into my chest
and then fallen back sleep
in my arms where you belong.
I wish, as I was then drifting
off into sleep myself,
I could have smelled
your sleepy sweat and
kissed the back of your neck,
and felt you breathe
underneath my arms.