after the movie...

after the movie,

she blinks

at the sunshine,

hides her reflection

in the window,

and waits for the tears

to stop falling.

she tries on

a little smile,

her lips

too numb

to be convincing,

but still good enough

for where she is going.

I am particularly fond of this poem. There are so many possible scenarios. Did the woman go alone to the movie? Did she watch the movie… did she sit in the darkness thinking of other things?

Where is she going?

I’ll ask…

(copyright text and photo Wren Walker 2010)