Long drive to some countryside
with no destination in mind,
talk about feeling confined
and how life is so rarely kind.
U-turns on deserted roads--
we don't have to know where they go.
Time passes but they don't know;
his story is much like my own.
Important to few but us,
important because we learned trust.
Honesty, nothing discussed
but truth we didn't need to adjust.
A world where people estrange--
I want to believe they can change.
Difference no longer deranged
but love and acceptance exchanged.
Our stories are not any mystery,
our lives are a far cry from misery.
I doubt I'll look back on this bitterly;
despite what will happen eventually,
he's forever fixed in my history.