Last night we sharedone pillow –two heads touching softness,grey hairs intertwining,within and beneath us. Two bodies cradledtogetherbecoming onewith no beginningor endingor rough edges,just us layingwithout the expectationsof youth. And when I turnedto look at youI saw my reflectiontouching your face,kissing your lips,then closing my eyesto the understandingthat I was finally home again.