Saturday, December 29, 2012

Coming and Going

Shiny black pigtails  and a pouty ribboned mouth eye the house

Small hands, waving from the backseat window of the car, slow and sullen

Her world shrinks in the distance as the car pulls away and gets farther and farther

Blinkless and clamped on this image, her tear shaped eyes remain fixed , until erased from view

She goes back to sitting forward in her seat, and mechanically buckles her belt

She says hello to the black hooded feeling she didn't see before,

and without an introduction he reminds her that things will never be the same.