Short Drive to Heaven

The streetlights were all lit up at six, turning the pavement color into something closer to the past.

Tonight felt murky, like when the electricity at home was cut off for a few hours, just me sitting down doing nothing and remembering everything. After a tiring day at work, I wanted a little bit of comfort but had no idea what to do or where to go. But for tonight, for once, chance was being generous to me. You were there, right across the road, window rolling down and hand waving.

My taxi driver friend drove me home.

I watched your features, draped in dim colorful night lights. Those lines, I never was familiar with. I leaned on your shoulder and mumbled, “Just for tonight”. You never took your eyes off the road. I closed mine and pretended to look inside myself. The radio was playing a song about heaven. I did not know its title.

“If you ever find the road to heaven, please drive me there.”

“Are you drunk or sleep-talking?” You chuckled. It had been such a long time.

A breath of smile escaped me, “Both.”

“Drunk of joy and daydreams?”

“If you think so.”

I let the radio lull the silence until we reached my place. I knew I had to wave you goodbye for tonight, without knowing when we’d see each other again. I watched the pair of red lights getting smaller and smaller as the car drove off to the distance. When I looked up, the moon was smiling at me. It’s time to say goodnight.

Tomorrow’s going to be a long day again, but it’s alright.