“It’s how we are reunited.”

Long air flights, thrust together on rainy night,
I was not used to your presence, nakedness,
Another but familiar someone sleeping next to
Me. Bad dreams, you were restless all night:
Shower, bath, not sure where home was, or felt
I was not your home. We are numb, adjusting
To being a couple again. Place your head on
My pillow and sleep. It’s how we are reunited.

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