November 26, 2007
Your gaze is hard,
Your mouth is shut,
Your stance is firm,
And your fists are clenched.

Feeling your intense stare,
Burns through me,
As if I were a piece of paper.
Flimsy and weak,
I fall to my knees,
Face buried in my palms,
As tears stream down.
A bright red mark
Stains my face,
As you remove your hand.
Your hand has left,
But the mark remains,
As if it were painted on.
Delicate but strong,
You fall to your knees,
Face buried in your palms,
As tears stream down.
My arms wrap around yours,
In a tight embrace.
I lean in slowly,
and then I whisper,
I'm sorry.

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