"shut up!" she screams, breaking the silence.
my head lowers, accepting the bitterness
what will her face hold if i look up?
which expression might i see?
the answers would come so easy
if only i could glance her way
finally, i work up the courage
our eyes meet in a moment of awkwardness
mine engulf an expression of innocence
innocence and fear
curiosity and hopefulness
a glimmer of light shines off of her left eye
a spark of apology turn her face soft
her dark brown hair falls cautiously on
a few freckles that adorn her small nose
her full lips whisper, "i'm sorry."
my silent answer is the only
apology that she needs
and once more
she is back in my arms.