Non-Erotic PoetryThe Ride HomeThe Ride Home
It was a long ride home.
I had failed.
He waited for me to speak,
To explain.
But I stared silently
Into the distance.
Dreams were bankrupt
On the highway ahead.
He's gone now.
Thirty years.
I've learned to say
What I couldn't then.
I can show my tears
I can look into his eyes
I can see his knowing smile.
It was a long ride home.
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