Half-hearted Apology
by Nicole Koroch

It's simple.
It went like this:

I went through your things.

All of your drawers, closets, boxes.
Loving, and exact.

I found your old wedding pictures.

I threw them in the garbage.

            Except for one.

It was of your mother.  A tiny sea-shell dangled from one lobe
and the bronze of her suit reflected against the line
of her chin.

            I could not part with that one.

In return
I can act like it never happened.

Nicole Koroch is currently an undergrad student of Literature and Writing.  She lives in the wild tundra of Northern Indiana with her boyfriend and their passel of dogs and cats.  More of her work and general thoughts, musings, and ruminations can be viewed on her blog.