Where were you? I ask.
I was at work. You say
The unconscious shoulder shrug says otherwise.
Who works on Christmas? I press further.
I am a stock broker! You insist.
The slight smile is another indicator.
You were with him right? I need confirmation.
How can you say that? You react.
Shock lasting more than a second. Not good.
Why would you even think that? Even more.
The taken aback is too much for me
I knew things were wrong
When the black mirror on flashed the words
“wish you were here”
I was watching Lie To Me all day long instead of getting my assignments done. *nervous laughs* This poem is the result of that. Don’t forget to check out poetryhive on instagram for the prompts