in black and white,
the photo
doesn't tell the story
at all.
it suggests fun,
the picnic table,
the smiling faces
of children.
a nice day at the park.
but you remember
it differently.
how it soon rained.
how your parents fought.
the angry
way your father drove
his car,
the way
he went quiet, your
mother crying,
staring out the fogged window.
how the sun never quite
came out again
for either of
them.
Friday, June 10, 2016
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