IN THE DARK

I sat on the porch

Next to her.

Feeling her breaths.

Listening to her heart beats.

And wishing I could read what she was thinking.

 

In the darkness, a drop fell from above.

Onto my club holding hand.

Was it raining? I thought.

But the skies were so clear, the stars had witnessed my crime.

Then she spoke to me, and from her voice, I knew she was crying.

 

I fell down to my knees.

Weakened by my guilt.

Beaten by her confession

How was I to know, that he was her distant cousin?

Whom I had stunned to the ground.

When I found them whispering in the dark.