Ride Home Poetry No. 2

The laughter is shattered
Once more the silence returns
Once more I ride alone

I almost got on the wrong jeep
Funny what happens when you're happy
I guess when you return to the state
Of what you were before you were now
The reality kicks your ass

The sweat drips heavily
The hanky I brough is broken
Faces are starting to stare
Their looks start to get lost
My head is still bent down

No words are making sense
No phrase seems to work
The scent lingers
The person remains unknown

The jeepney wakes
The people sleep
Another ride home
Spent with no one else