Breakup

I’m guilty. He stares me down for an answer, but I use silence as a weapon, sending daggers in his direction. He presses further for the truth, for me to look him in the eye. I finally meet his challenge, and that is the end for the both of us.

Office Romance

I love it when she wears that oversized white shirt to the office. It makes me picture the shirt that’s on my back, on hers. She knows it. Her fingers are rolling up the sleeves while mine are adjusting my tie, wishing they were hers, my boss’s, taking it off.