Alone at the table,
A party around her.
Children scream.
Dirty jokes from fat men’s mouths.Female voices tinny with fakeness.
She’s not really there.
Space, but more, separates her from the others.
Those monstrous black sunglasses mask the empty darkeyes.
Those eyes do not mirror what's in her heart.
What overflows from her soul, others ignore.
I don’t mean to ``go to the lake, have a good time!’’
A crowd gathers to wave goodbye.
She stands back, away.
After a kiss and a hug -``Safe way home.’’
She stands back, away.
And from behind those black sunglasses,
The darkeyes cry.
Copyright 2001 Michelle L. Coulter
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