While I Was Driving The Car Back Home

while i was driving the car back home
the town suffered a
blackout, and all that i can see before me
is a sea of darkness but i am not frightened anymore
for i have light within me
or the car perhaps is well conditioned to travel
the tunnel of darkness
without people or in places where everyone is asleep,
somehow
i begin to think what if i am the only one left
in this world
where everyone finally left somewhere to a place
where i have never been to....

and then i begin to think about you.
how can i be so cruel to forget such a lovely person as you?
how could i be so indifferent?

and then i stopped the car and veered my way
back home to you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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