Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Tonight



On Valentine's day she thinks  to herself as she runs the washcloth across the evening dishes. The late sun streams into the window at a low angle, stinging her sore and tired eyes. She thinks of what she might have said, what she might have written if she'd just taken the time to think things through before slamming the door in his face.

If we could just start over tonight
Without the arguments, without the fights.
 
I'd be yours and you, mine
Our love stretching beyond the end of time.
 
I know that your out there now, somewhere all alone
Is there some way you'd just sense my thoughts and come home?
 
Oh how I long to feel you again, with me, on me and in me.
I remember we were good together, weren't we?
 
Please come back to me and spend the night
If you give me the chance, I'll make things right.
 
If we could just start over tonight
Without the arguments, without the fights.
 
The sound of the door latch startled her and she turned. He was there, on his knees, flowers in his hand and tears in his eyes. He stood and they embraced. Her body became light, as if she was suddenly free of a great weight. In that embrace, she knew she was forgiven, and she was loved unconditionally.

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