Early Morning

The sun is barely up in the sky
and is just dusting the Earth with the faintest of light
I flip on a switch as I drive, filling my car with warmth.
My husband fell asleep on the couch, and the chill of missing his body is with me.
I looked at him with amusement,
his shoes still on after a late night of work.
In his slumber he does not notice his shoes,
does not notice when I gently urge him to go to the bed I just left.
Instead, I turn off the light and leave our home.
Starting my day as he begins his slumber.
Sometime I think we are like two ships, passing in the night.