Pictures Tell A Story

At times he was seen circling through the fields. At a 90 degree radius, he would keep his distance. Positioned at various viewpoints. Idle conversations are led astray. Eyes meet but never lock. She knows his game. He knows hers. It doesn't seem to bother them that everyone can see what's happening. It's all part of the act.

He dreams of distant skies beneath the moon. She wants to go home soon. Everything's so polite. They talk so formally. For her, to be a patriot is her only goal. To him, nothing makes sense. By the time it's over, we start again and they chat and they chat and they chat. Perhaps they should fall into each other's arms as everyone is watching.

Pictures tell a story and her past is illuminating. But we only know two thirds of nothing in particular. Pictures tell a story and his tale is full of fallen glory. It's all in the past. It's all in the past at last.