The plane is down and I am here at last,
And you are waiting at the luggage claim.
You take my bags, an awkward hug – too fast –
And find your car.

Piano, shoes and coats. Your grandpa, spry.
We go upstairs and drop my luggage. Free,
We both lean on the bed, and laugh, and sigh.
And in your eyes I see eternity.

Here, I could die. You know I love you, child,
And you defend me from my constant strife
Of thought, emotion, ever running wild.

But let me go again and face my life;
So short the time that we can live here for:
My only chance to learn to love you more.