Frankie hugs us tightly. As he lets go, his eyes hold back a hint of tears, the ones that betray the hesitancy we all share.
“Ok. Goodbye,” he says.
He and his friend Stephan get in a silver SUV. Nora, the boy’s mother, finishes adjusting bags in the bay.
As the SUV pulls away, I wonder: Who misses whom more?
spring day
a teary view of those
shrinking taillights
photo by Andrew Seaman
first published on Image Curve, May 31, 2018
for dVerse Poets’ OLN #221 (pubtended by Grace)
Frank J. Tassone 
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