(Haiku)

The restaurant was

quiet 'til eight women came

and sat down... we left.

8 Hours

Driving along the dual carriageway, 

home from work,

along the opposite carriageway I drove to work on,

only now it is day light,

then it was dark,

and now I am happy but tired,

then I was just sleepy and wishing it was all over,

but it hadn't even begun.

Now I am 8 hours older,

8 hours wiser.

Then I was 8 hours younger and had no clue what my day of work had in store for me.

I had no a clue what the world was going to do in those 8 hours,

what the news headlines would be,

who would live and who would die,

who's life would be changed forever, 

and whose would remain the same.

That person of 8 hours earlier,

me,

then,

was I ignorant?

Would I want to know about life in 8 hours time?

Where is that person now?

As I drive home,

where is that person of 8 hours earlier?

Has he gone forever, 

can I find him,

what would I say to him if I did?

Knowing what he'd become...

Me,

8 hours later.