Car ride

A man bared his soul to me,

sang a stunning melody

in the silent black of night.

He asked about my childhood

and where my mother was raised,

what it was like when

I danced for the first time.

Tears that had dammed themselves up

and burned at the hollow of my skull

began to flow in form like a migration of birds;

and when I told him "it was lonely"

he said that he was too.