The Shadow of Your Smile

The sun rises and sets without you.

I wake up at the crack of dawn, punch snooze, then buzz for a few minutes. I stand, waiting for the icy blast to hit met at the shower. Groggy, I stir my coffee, staring blankly at the clock, occasionally putting salt instead of sugar. I wake up without you.

I go to work. I say hi to our security. I sit on my desk, type up a couple of reports. A supervisor comes by, we chat about her husband casually. She tends not to talk about her happiness, at least not in front of me. I still congratulate her on the wedding. Lunch rolls by, I sit lonely at the cafeteria — a lot of co-workers have tried to sit with me, after a few attempts, they stopped. I breathe without you.

At home, I cook supper. One of those instant microwave-able stuff. I eat without tasting it, forcing it down with a glass of iced beer. I watch the colors and shapes from the television grow and change into more interchangeable colors and shapes. The seat beside me is cold. I move without you.

I shudder as I put my blanket around my naked body. I feel my feet playing against each other. Instinctively, I hug myself, willing myself to sleep now. I live without you. And as I close my eyes, the inevitable, just faintly under the cracks of the ceiling, I still can see the shadow of your smile.


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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