One last ride (a poem)

I did manage to squeak out one poem last night before admitting I needed to sleep…

Nobody’s lives are perfect
we prove that every day
even while we try to pretend
the opposite is true
in at least one crucial way

But when we get together
the truth begins to flow
through our words or our silence
and we understand
together is the way to go

(25 February 2015—posted February 26th)