the story from the other side

i saw the truck pull up and park;

the driver is working on the house next door,

building a back yard porch,

and his truck is there every day

and i loved that ricky was getting a shout out,

some out loud love for the whole world to see.

loved it.

i took a picture real quick like before leaving the house,

then hopped into the jeep and backed out of the driveway,

coming to a stop to shift gears right next to the truck's other side.

and then i really stopped.

it was a whole 'nother story on that other side.

a story i don't know,

a story told in the fewest of words and shoe polish.

and the funny thing is, i didn't feel sad.

i smiled.

i still loved that ricky was getting a shout out,

some out loud love for the whole world to see.

loved it.

i have a feeling that ricky is somewhere loving it, too.

r.i.p ricky.

r.i.p.

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