After a long tiring day,
I always look forward 

to the ride home.

The blur of yellow lights
and the way the wind 

sweeps through the open windows.

I look forward
to resting my tired head
on your shoulder,
eyes gazing out to the view,
and our hushed whispers

followed by laughs
over jokes shared
a few hours ago.

Part of the journey

is going back home

and with you,

I wish I could take
the long way
every time.