A Moment of Forgiveness

We are at our favorite place. She smiles a

genuine smile. She holds my hand and takes a big whiff of the

moist, salty air. I can almost taste the waves. That's when I

remember I failed her. And she's left it in the past,

forgotten. A bad tasteless joke at which she laughs.

Forgiveness is her face, love is in her hands. Sweetness in her

words, kindness is her heart. And when she glances at me,

that's when I see it, strength. But still, a glimpse