Stopping to talk, and kneeling in the aisle as the school play is about to start,

Words were spoken,

but carefully exchanged.

The tall, skinny woman still had the remnant of a ten year old face,

like those patrolling the auditorium, getting ready for the event.

 

But her unspoken words held the real sadness,

not wanting to discuss what happened;

Yet, as a car at a red light,

appeared ready to move forward when given the right signal.

While talking, her summer dress brushed against me,

an indicator of times past. Perhaps never to return.

 

The pleasantries continued, and nothing of importance was spoken.