My pride

Isn’t her pride

We’re separate,

Divided

Her pride

Is obvious

My pride,

secretive

What is pride?

Joy?

Revelation?

Ego?

My longing

Isn’t her longing

Well, maybe…

I guess I don’t know

Her fear

Might be my fear

Her tragedy

Shared

Our pride

Might be

If we could talk

If she could see