The Past..............

it is when you
are alone in the car
driving from dipolog to
zamboanga

seven hours drive
when you hear nothing but
only the usual rantings
of your mind

at the middle of the journey
you cried
you stopped for a while park
your car on the road's shoulder
and shed all your tears

until finally nothing comes
out and there you feel once more
that empty basket which Mama
filled with ripe mangoes

the good memories come rushing
into that empty mind
and you start the car and continue
on that journey
back to your one and only home.

by RIC BASTASA

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