I am driving down that familiar road alone

and it seems to look the same but really

everything had been drenched by times of uncertainty

and as I slow down…

take a closer look

as if I am writing a book

on lives I will never know…

I find…

Some people moved on…

Some people tried to stay strong

amidst a battle to find land

money, or a helping hand….

And some found wealth

whiles others found uncertainty

some found green pastures

while others roamed around endlessly…

but they all stared up from the same cup of coffee….

Wondering where the past morning went.