Tag: remorse

Slow Clap

After your heartfelt speech I started a slow clap, but no one joined in. The saddest 

Part was that you deserved every accolade, but my attempt fell short and silence

Reigned. Is there anything more damning than the sound of nothing reverberating around a hall?

Later, at the soirée we held hands and danced languidly to the strains of a small jazz combo.

Smoke Gets in your Eyes took little of the sting away. You still felt the absence of applause.

Red Stapler

a photo of you
sits next to a red stapler
on top of my desk.

every morning
i touch my lips to your lips
captured under glass.

it’s a cold, spare kiss
no warmth exchanged in the act;
only memories.