Orange Juice

A poem about an apology

He put his orange juice on my desk

As he sat down with a smile,

I'd never seen him so vulnerable

So afraid.

It was the apology I needed

But not the one I was expecting,

This hadn't happened before

He couldn't look in my direction.

A stare I have been so accustomed to

Was gone

He left in a hurry,

I think I heard a sob

I called after him

Then I noticed

His orange juice was still on my desk.

Reviews

[livetowrite]

Great poem. ive only joined here today to get feedback to help me come a better writer.

[ConfuzzledKidd]

Thanks you!