Sunday, May 20, 2012

Body Language

I study the photograph

of the two of us

in the parking lot

where you used to pick me up

behind my mother’s building.

Your eyes are not smiling.

My eyes are closed.

One of your boots is raised

in suggestion of walking away.

The soles of my shoes are flat

against the concrete.

I used to dig in with my toes

for all the good it did me.

© May 20, 2012 Barbara Moore
Fearless Magazine