I stare at the small round table  Cloths so white and pure  I see glimmers of you sitting there They fade to quick The glasses are inverted  No more champagne and no more toasts are to be made  I place the single rose  Tied together with a ribbon as red as blood Next comes the... Continue Reading →

Running across the finish line rope  Glimmers of joy are shared in their eyes The little boy cheers  Arms raised in the air Smiles like that of the Cheshire cat  Other women fall behind  The code of conduct set for her laying shattered on the grass  Picking the boy up to give all her love ... Continue Reading →

Two women sit at a corner table at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere One gets up and leaves well; the other stays there mascara running down her face   Dust collecting on her pinned-up hair Frozen in time There she sits, never aging  She haunts the small restaurant  Her clothes are off-trend Rumors fly... Continue Reading →

I am... Not the apology that people will wait for forever  The bright highlighter on the stark white pages  A clutter of bookmarks hastily shoved in a mug to try and create organization The uncommon color of rose waiting to be picked I am Brooke Johnson