"I am so sorry"
"It hadn’t been my day"
she said
fazed
as a peach , blushing
red
contrite
dishelved
trying to wipe
the lipstick stain
her face,
radiant
in the new light
trickling through the clouds
peaceful
angelic
perfect
lightness of her head
I bore
pinked
a sense of content
Scent of
Bergamot Jabuticaba Frangipani
Vanilla Jasmine Lavender Mace
encircled
me dazed
That was forty winks ago
she apologizes now
(regret?)
She said
"I am so sorry"
She said
", It hadn’t been my day"
"It’s Okay"
"somehow I feel it is going to be a good day", I say
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