The Day You Were Sorry. Poem by anju addanki

You told me to get out and never to,
show my face again;
I stood near your gate,
behind the huge croton plant;
not showing my face.

I waited there
Clutching my heart beating wildly,
to have a glimpse of you.
I watched the window of your room open
and the curtains began;
to slide slowly from one corner.

There was 'YOU' standing,
Looking towards the gate,
Looking lovely as ever.
That warm feeling rushed all over me once again.

I knew you would come,
With a frown upon,
Your face making,
You look ever more lovely,
I saw you walking towards the gate discreetly.

I edged away,
Wanting to surprise you,
But you surprised me,
For, instead of anger,
There was something else in your eyes.

You looked at me,
With a flicker of smile on your lips,
Taking my hands in yours,
You whispered in to my ears:
'I AM SORRY'.