his heart, her sleeve

hot tears fall down her cheeks

as the car ride comes to an end,

she was hiding this the whole time.

the pain inside was more than she wanted bear.

in that moment, his embrace was as alive as it was the day they met.

his red shirt resembled their love and passion,

and now her pain.

her hands were raw from the days before

and the soles of her feet were worn away.

as he hugs her,

each tear thats falls carries a memory,

of laughter and joy

that is now muted in shades of gray

as they fade into the background.

its a misunderstanding,

a door that could close,

but neither of them want it to.

it's a re-do,

a new beginning,

but why is she crying.

she cries, because he failed her once,

and she thinks he will do so again,

her expectations will get in the way,

and it will all end.

her fears are her failures.

the beginning feels like an end.

even though he assures her it isnt.

a day, 24 hours, is such a long time,

after watching him drive away.

the smell of coffee even 

brings forth a tearful morning.