Wednesday 11 April 2012: All The Stories
All the stories. The life stories
we don't know, can't know,
will never know.
Her face in the window.
I misread it. In the shot
I saw anguish, sorrow.
I felt she should go.
But seconds later she was smiling.
I thought he was a villain.
I thought he was giving her a hard time.
And the bloke behind. Their friend?
I thought they were ganging up on her.
into doing something against her will.
And that girl with the phone.
A text is being sent.
Who's that to?