Something That You Cannot Be Accurate About Poem by RIC BASTASA

It happened, the taxi was taken, both of you took the ride
No one wanted to take the front,
Passengers
Sitting beside, no names, just chance,
Together, that moment, there was rain,

Sweat, abundant sweat, the aircon is high
Music was loud and the travel was long
A convention, you did not see malice

Friendship, sweat, abundant sweat
Even when the aircon was set higher
Drink, lots of drinks, until both of you were drunk

You hate to use pronouns now
The verb is untamed, your hair standing, your drunkenness
Suddenly lost, slowly, slowly, caresses,
Bursting you lost everything in your mind

Was the night that long really? Were the curtains
Thick? Were the windows open? Was there a moon
By the window? Were the lights off?

You do not remember, Morning comes, light
Enters the door filtered by the curtains.

You wished you were alone. You weren’t. Last night
Something happened, years ago, you simply could not remember
The face.

It is still horrible. Something you cannot write until now.
Your pronouns are not meant to be visible.
The shadows even not defined.