Friday, February 18, 2011

Writing Prompt: Vanishing

In between the words
"love" and "Mom"
lies a comma
a mark like ice melting
a drop
for that moment when you are meant
to pause
I'm not asking you to love me,
just telling you
"love"
just as a whisper
comes across the screen
or inked in paper
the hallmark kind
where the comma
is a week or two
or a month
of time
where she and i become
no more than a comma
between the words
"Mother" and "daughter"
We vanish slowly
from each other
like tinkerbell's light
but no one is clapping
only shining,
the light from my computer screen
"Inbox"
The vanishing woman is here.