The wrong way home

Poetry, Ross

I haven’t lived with my parents for eight months now.

Today is the first day that I have driven home from work, and ended up almost at their house before I realised I was going the wrong way and should be heading towards my own home.

There are a number of things that could have made this happen to me, such as lack of sleep lately, having the guilts for not spending enough time over there, having the guilts for knowing that there’s a possibility that I may move a long way away from them, and they don’t know it yet…. but I know what I was thinking the whole way home.

I’ve not been thinking of much else for nearly a month. She’s almost within reach.

By Argyle
Date: 27 February 2001