For the Ride
Hand to my head
Hard to believe the words that were said:
Quantifying, analyzing, criticizing;
I held your hand
You pushed it away
Can the opinions and beliefs we carry
Really map out the way?
I was going to show you how love
Can be powerful, too
But, useless, it felt,
Judging by the response from you.
Then, a shift, a lean, a bend came along
Your side of the story soon came into view
Mine pulled up beside yours,
Four arms stretched and our differences withdrew.
Your head, in my lap, made me realize
The miles I would travel to be by your side
You’re a piece of the puzzle;
Still here. For the ride.
- Listening to Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 14 in C Sharp Minor. Sometimes, life is not joyful and gets sad and the key turns minor. True friends hold all the keys.