Holding flowers in his hands and regrets in his mind,
He made his way up the street.
'Im sorry I was wrong' he whispered
Rehearsing his lines , like a boy in a play.

Knocking on the door, his heartbeat audible.

She opened the door with mascara streaks from her eyes.
'Im sorry, I was wrong. Can I come home?'

He waited and could see her biting her lip.
'Of course' was all she said.
And they embraced.
And fell in love all over again.