"Glow"

Contrails streak across the sky,
White lightning on a field of blue.
My eyes pull away from the road
And drift to you.

You're sleeping, softly breathing.
Three hours in, five more to go.
Our escape from the real world is ending;
I'll try to make it slow.

My gaze returns to the blacktop,
Parallels keeping me in line.
A thought, fleeting, comes and goes,
No longer mine.

Sadness comes in waves,
Crashing over other, better
Feelings I should be having.

Love, then. Your presence
Pulling me back.
Back to life, back to reality.

You sit there sleeping,
An unaware passenger,
Not even knowing
You make my world glow.