The last time he saw her
it was just a hand,
flashing in the sun
From a window
of a pickup at a stop sign
He waved back not knowing
who the hand belonged to
Behind the windshield a
girl with a stern
expression watched him
passing by
Until the hard look broke
to a full smile
with her arms embracing
the steering wheel
The last time –
the last time he saw her
she seemed happy
