Purgatory

Rene 2009

She sits on the curb

Across the street

From his house

Tracing a slow circle

Around the scab on her knee

Fighting the urge to pick at it

Every once in a while

She looks up
Head tilted
Squinting one eye
Underneath dirty blonde bangs
She looks
For a door crack
Or a part in the curtains

She sits on the curb

Across the street

From his house

Tracing in the sand

 that runs
 Along the gutter

Tracing

With her fingertip

Smilies and peace signs

Around a single word

Spelled out
in bits of gravel

A single word

She sits on the curb

Across the street

From his house
Sadly smiling
Rubbing a freckled nose

Wishing, hoping
Waiting
 For the curtains to part

For the door latch

To be heard

And for
 "Sorry"

To be seen

Peace ~ Rene 2009