[3] – Sorry
"I'm sorry."
The boy had forgotten to apologize in all this time.
The girl simply gave a nod.
She swiped at her sweater
And flipped through the dusty pages
Of her old but yet
Untainted books.
"I'm sorry."
The boy seems to think that maybe
She didn't hear him.
Bitter coffee fumes were in the air
Her sweater blotted dark brown
Almost black.
"I'm sorry?"
The boy changed his tone
His apology was now a question.
But again a small nod
Was the only response he could get
From the girl in the now
Coffee colored sweater.
The boy turned to leave
But before the little bell could jingle
And confirm his departure,
He hesitated, hand lingering away from the door.
"It's raining."
"It's perfect."
The boy put his hand down
But he did not turn back to look at the girl
Who finally spoke, but he repeated.
"It's raining."
So the girl replied,
"Stay."
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Pluviophile
PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
