Twenty two minutes

Is what it takes from dads to moms home.

Alone in the car, driving south

With windows down and radio on

The rain came inside

The seats are getting wet.

I don’t care.

Twenty two minutes

That I didn’t need before

To see two humans

that meant the world to me

Twenty-two minutes

That takes me back to where

It was four people in the car

Heading to a street food restaurant

Of Mamas’s favorite meals

Twenty-two minutes

Between two places

It’s what I truly called


Published by Angky Ridayana

A sun seeker and a story teller.

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