She sits across from me
Our eyes do that old-fashioned dance of avoidance
There is an awkward guilt
We once did something we shouldn't have
We don't talk
Words are a bad idea
And won't achieve anything
Silence is more honest for now
No words but
I can hear her humming
A pretty sound
But I don't want to hear it
A few more hours
And I can leave work
I'm waiting for 5 o'clock
Like born-again christians wait for the rapture
Author notes
aftermath
In a list
A contest entry
- Adultery In Rhyme by piccola.
700 points, ended December 12, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ~Post.Secrets Caught in a Poem~ by Bean Sidhe.
700 points, ended March 17, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Again, I find another interesting take on the prompt. I love the fact that this humble little contest is drawing out different variations of the post secret phenomenon. This piece hits me in a personal place, as my marriage fell apart because my husband had an affair with a woman we both worked with. Needless to say, that one little faux pas led to many uncomfortable moments. This poem focuses on the aftermath of a second of pleasure and/or lust.
Nicely done. Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest.
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great write. I can just picture somebody sitting at a desk with there leg bouncing waiting for the work day to be over. Thank you for entering my contest.
Your Judge
Kaycee
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you have this way of saying exactly what really happens and is felt in life....i could have been sitting right there with you, my leg bouncing, just waaaaaiting for that damn clock to tick tock to five....
laney
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Good luck in the contest
Nice Job
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we were all born with a concience, and though it is in constant need of training, some things are inherant. Always at work it tells us right from wrong and we just feel it. Nice job here and thank you for entering
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