Go-Between

by Lindsey Bosse   Dec 27, 2005


Father sits up,
back flat against the seat,
peripheral vision allows his viewing,
of the little ,
she is smiling,
but inside of her a million tears drop,
he begins the conversation,
too curious of his ex-wife's life,
it's not the 's job,
she is not the go-between

Mother leans back,
body relaxing in leather glory,
the daughter stares blank into her eyes,
she isn't smiling,
nor is mother,
as mother cries and questions the locations of the father,
and the women by his side,
Lindsey shakes her head,
she is not the go-between

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sinister Soire

    It was good. despite how i feel it doesnt change that this was good.