Inheriting A Confusion....

when we go back to
a place
we think sometimes
that it
will only be for a while

a few days
hence
you want to go again somewhere
wanting
to remember someone else
for someone

when we return it is because we
want to begin again
but in so doing
we want to leave again

i do not really understand
what i am at

i remember father when he rushed us
early that day
to ozamis

when we reached there just when the sun
was about to set
we rushed again
back home

he was not drunk
what i still remember is that confusion in his face

it is now
mine.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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