driving home from a wine tasting

a poem

there is my life
in that car
there in the next lane

her headlights and my headlights
illuminating the road ahead
brighter than either one of us

singly

her headlights blended with mine
like her life blended with mine

you can't tell where her lights start
and mine end
the road is just brighter

like my life is brighter
because of her at my side