Reconciliation Before Coffee
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
They have worshiped three rows apart
since the argument.
On Family and Friends Sunday,
neither wants a public scene.
One waits beside the coffee urn.
The other finally walks over.
I was wrong about that part,
he says.
Not everything.
That part.
It is not complete forgiveness.
It is not a photograph.
It is one honest sentence,
a chair pulled out,
and room for the next conversation.
67 words · 15 lines · Free Verse