Before Going Home Poem by RIC BASTASA

before going home
(it is already nine o'clock in the evening)
from the university
i call you that i will fetch you
since there is a fire raging some houses
along the road where you will pass
and i am driving this white car
still thinking about what will happen to you
when you will be left alone
tonight
due to some petty quarrels
which we indulge sometimes unnecessarily
i invite you for some late dinners
in some interior restaurant
catering only to the some
exclusive few
(perhaps those who are lost
in the labyrinths of a complicated
relationship, just like us)
and you say yes
and you order spaghetti while i shall have
a burger and we both agree
we shall take the
canned Coca-cola
without much talk
i hold your hand while waiting for the waitress
to bring the food.
you smile and i know
we're still all right

this is what i like about us.
we always want to begin anew
before we sleep tonight.