BRIGHT LIGHTS, LATE AT NIGHT
Bright lights, late at night
from the city streets so quiet
He woke up in a daze
with blood on his face
his memories erased.
Bright lights, random faces
long walks he barely recalled
as he went places
perhaps on several dances
loud music blasted, but what happened next?
Bright lights, fuzzy past and present
Why was he even wounded?
What had really happened?
Insta-stories were his only clues
blurred memories, a blitz attack
Which was fiction, which was fact?
Bright lights, crowded venues
faceless strangers and a lonely soul
unaware of some spike in his glass
before he physically crashed
to the concrete road, from that single push.
Bright lights, teary eyes
unprepared to let go of the past
A drunken text to the one he used to love
only to have no replies
Perhaps it was time to realize:
Some love stories weren’t meant to last
He’d done his part, tried his best
After that quick brush, a close call,
he knows better not to return
to that night he could’ve died!
Jakarta, 2 January 2023
