Yesterday, she woke from her
deep blue dreams,
put on a pretty smile,
zipped up her black leather boots
and walked out the back door.
Not one sunrise did she greet and say,
boy, I sure miss whatshisname.
The straw that finally broke the camel's back
was salvaged and put into a bundle
with the other bare twigs and heavy limbs
dedicated to a worthy cause...
sweeping the sidewalk clean.
Years of waiting to hear the words,
I'm sorry, diluted their importance.
In the middle of a thank you note
for his unexpected windfall
he inserted the words, I'm sorry
I didn't have to be so mean.
As if a rushing stiff breeze blew
years of memories into her face...
Tears, like diamonds on the floor,
swept the sidewalk clean.
Forgiveness, a liberation of the heart
does not need to wait for an apology.
Today, lime green pollen dusts her sidewalk
like a welcome wreath upon her door...
the first sign of spring.