Remorse in a Hardened Heart His emotions for me are dense, thick,like lying under the canopy of a tropicalrainforest. Mine do notreciprocate.He looks at me with admiration.Should I stop myself from running?My doubts are rooted in the pit of my stomach. I cannot meet his gaze.The brisk breeze ruffles my curls.Steam particles flirt with my pink cheeks as it bellows from the boiler.Tears in his eyes glisten as he searchesmy fact for remorse. His callused handsweeps a lock of my tousled hairfrom my forehead. The touch failsto tempt my senses. His breathon my neck does not summonpassion.My emotions have passed likea rainstorm over the plains on asummer afternoon. The clouds overmy head have given way to goldenbeams. A dark storm will hang overhis head all the way to Minneapolis.My heard is void of damaging intentions,but nights of trifle transformed intomornings of regret.He peels back layers of lies like layersof an onion to reveal an emotionlessconnection with his forgiving soul. Numerousrising suns cannot shed light on thedarkness in my heart. I could spewendless apologies. Instead I gracefully kisshis tender lips.His slow turn erases my guilt like a wave erases footprints inthe sand. I want nothing morethan to set his heart free, likereleasing a dove on awedding day.