I am home and already I have eaten the steak and potato dinner.  I have gone shopping with father.  I have cooked with sister.  We have watched movies and eaten pizza, we have stayed up late talking while he drifts in and out on the couch (resting) and she talks about the brother son who is not here.

I have stayed up late every night and there are three books in my bed and two water bottles and I dug my old pillow from the closet so that is there too.  I have slept through the night two nights now and I have not woken tired.   I have lost track of time.

I have looked at myself, hard.  I have noticed the differences in them and I am anxious to see mine.  I am curious.  I have wondered if all faces move together with the clock and edges soften and skin falls.  I have found new grey and I am not unsettled.  I have become young in this house and old.  I have found comfortable again.

I am home and already I have left.