When in Fog, Don't Turn on Brights

On Friday night,
while out on an errand,
my head burned with an urge,
to which I finally gave in to

I turned left,
and went straight for a while,
then went right,

then took another left,
and another left,

and then I parked,
on the grassy street-side,
and turned my headlights off

I sat there and looked,
through leafless branches,

of trees surrounding your home

I'm not exactly sure,
what I was expecting,
but there were no lights on,
inside your big empty house 

I cried there for a while,

inside my darkened car,

for so long that the air inside,

began to fade cold

From the outside,
it probably looks like I miss you,
but in all reality,

I am simply gathering dust,
whilst trying to figure out,
why everyone leaves me all alone

But the light inside your garage,
turned on when your step-dad,
went out to get a beer,
and I turned my headlights back on

I took a right,

and another right,
and then a left,
and then went straight for a while, 
and took yet another right

I crawled into bed,
and slept the whole night through

Reviews

[Isa Ruffatti]

I really like your poem, especially your conclusion. Bravo! Maybe you can change -that which I finally gave in to- into -to which I finally gave in to and -through the leafless branches- to -through leafless branches- and maybe even remove -the- in -the trees-. Keep on writing!

[Emmy J.M. Powell]

Thank you! I may change that, thanks for the criticism, I appreciate it ^u^

[killersmiles]

Suspense and interesting,the title is good too.

[Emmy J.M. Powell]

Thank you!