Oct 2017
So what did you do before this?
I asked the driver
"I drove trucks.
Now I drive people to places"
I sat and listened
As the radio melodies faded
And as the beeping
And the woman's voice
From his smartphone
Began to sound like silence

"My father drove trucks
I watched him drive
Day in and day out
I watched him drive so much
That when I was 12
I grabbed the wheel
And did his job for him"

And so we talked
Passing green lights
Stopping at the red ones

The car came to a halt
I handed him my money
And told him to drive safely

That's when I realized
Some men are meant for some things
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez
Written by
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez  Manila
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