two cars depart
a path we know
like the back
of our hands

a beginning expected
no hint of
what was to come

the threshold
of familiarity
suddenly breached

the look of confusion
I feel echoes on his face
as I drive by

two cars separate
one turns
the other straight

fog fills my brain
overflowing
into the world
around me

my thoughts
flood with indecision

forward or back
known or unknown
both shrouded

an eternity passes
I turn around
head back to
where I came from

the vanished threshold
more fog in its place

I follow the confused face
an inkling of a memory

a single building emerges
a beacon of light

beyond the beacon
a choice to be made
almost but not quite

I spy an empty lot
I must do what I dread

I place the call
I try to explain

my journey continues
two cars reunite

a little less hazy
a little less confused
a lot more concerned

the beginning
of the end
of my driving