Happy Face

moments of weakness that we all have
play like a drive-in movie
we can all see it
but in the confines of the steamed up windows
we are all alone,
as the images play again and again

the lone speaker crackles with mono sound
drawing happy faces and backwards letters
in the steam, peering out of the glass
for signs of life,
for the little curly haired boy,
for the fleeting sense of wonder,
for the stolen innocence

hold your love ones, and even the not so loved ones

VJ