it would be
if he weren't at my side
and we weren't looking out the window
noticing the clouds floating in a still blue sky,
it would be if the little black dog were not
in the back seat, gently breathing,
occasionally chasing a rabbit in her dreams
after chasing skis all day, sometimes
disappearing in deep snow banks only
to pop up again, her face sprinkled in white.
it used to be lonely on this road,
but not anymore.