I’m being honest.

 if I’m being honest

I’m not ready either. 

I’ve been using

How I feel

As a measurement

Of my readiness

But clearly 

I’m in no space

To do much

I’m in no space

To be much

so who am I 

to have judged you

For realizing that

About yourself

All on your own? 

If my happy ending

Looks anything like yours

Then it involves

A life well lived

filled with security

covered in love. 

Who am I 

To fault you

For wanting that? 

We can’t get there

in a broken car.

so why not crawl

Until we can walk

Until we can run

Until we can fly

Together?