I Might Not Come Back
“I thought you loved me!” she screamed, but already I was out the door and across the garden.
The looks the neighbours gave made me realise I hadn’t put my pants back on, but it was okay.
It was a little unlikely that I would come back in a while.
By Grant
Next Morning
Her eyes flickered open, and she smiled warmly.
“Morning!”
“Morning,” I replied, pulling her closer.
“Sleep well?”
“Very.”
“Want something to eat?”
“No, thanks.”
“A drink?”
I shook my head.
She was silent for a while, then said,
“I’m Jill by the way..”
“Mark.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
By Grant
Missed Chance
I could have said so many things.
“Please stay.”
“Goodbye.”
“I love you.”
But I never got the chance.
She was gone before I could think of what to say.
Now I sit and stare at all that’s left, a column of stone.
All I can say,
“Rest in peace.”
By Grant
Distance
Seeing her again after all those months, he thought he would feel more. . . Feel something.
All that time they spent together. The things they said.
The things they done.
Now, he watched her pass by and wonder why he cared so much.
Or how he thought she cared at all.
By Alexander J. Cunningham
Rules of Engagement
Watch him, but never let him see you.
Gaze, but never get caught.
Look, but never touch.
See, but stay away.
Imagine, if you must, but be careful.
Remember him at night, or in the coldest morning, but don’t say his name.
Love him, but spare him the pain.
By Grant
Smelling of Lavender
It was warm and soft, and smelt of lavender. That was her smell, and I always remembered it. Smooth, so smooth. Strong, but fragile. I loved her completely, everything about her… her hair, her eyes, her voice… and her skin. Her skin was amazing, smelling of lavender. Soft and unblemished.
By Grant
The Colours of My Mind
I closed my eyes and the colours of my mind began to move. They danced and swirled, whirling and twirling together.
Eventually, they formed that face. That perfect, enchanting face.
Thousands of miles and hundreds of days are between us, but I still can’t get you out of my mind.
By Nipun
Sign
We had a good conversation last week.
I was looking forward for a repeat, a replay.
If, after the work hours, you wait for me, then that is it.
You went straight to my cubicle, no, to your locker. Then at the door.
No greeting.
Need to improve on follow-through.
By Moonchild
What Happened?
Married for six years. Happy for three. Indifferent for two. Enemies for one.
He looked at her across the lawyer’s shiny table, the papers dividing up their property scattered between them.
“How’d we get here, babe?”
For a second, tears filled her eyes, and she looked away.
“I don’t know.”
By Grant
Dreams
They had been madly in love. He had dreamed of marriage, children, growing old with her. He had dreamed of the sound of children and soft whispers between lovers deep in the night. Now he had nightmares full of screeching tires and silent life support machines.
By William
