The First Fight

Filled with purpose, she stumbled along the words,

Some beautiful, some alien,

But something gnawed on her heart’s chords,

The want of the one in a million.

The thin, long hand ticked by slowly,

Without any signs of mercy.

Her eyes trained on the door expectantly,

For her love in her favorite jersey.

However when the awaited moment arrived,

Red anger replaced the longing,

Unaware of the storm, he smiled,

But a stony silence hit him, hard and stinging.

He apologized, he pleaded,

But she had very harsh things to say,

He defended, he begged,

But the temper of the shrew does not easily sway.

Soon the first drop of rain fell,

Forging a path down his left cheek.

The hard stone turned to gel,

The pain in her throat made her weak.

“The absence of your smile hurts me more,

Than any imaginable thing in this world”, he said.

The horror of guilt filled her core,

Pulling him close, she hugged him and said,

“I love you.”