many roads

we commiserate over the phone.
sharing war
stories. mine, then hers,
back to mine.
it's been a long hard road,
with bumps
and turns, detours.
the bridges have been
washed out
at times
and there was no way around.
so we had to stay put
and wait until help
arrive,
but we get to the other side
somehow and the skies clear,
the sun does come out.
if you live long enough.
you go down many roads, some
north, some east or west.
some south.