Retribution

She stands on the steps in the pouring rain,

                                Hair hanging limp and soaking against her skin,
Wearing nothing but a blue cotton dress.
         
                                                                        Crying, gentle sobs, of pain and suffering

    Knowing nothing more, than the memories of her wrongdoings.
                                                   
                                                    She stands there, hoping she will be taken back.

          Hoping her transgressions will be renounced.  

                                                                                           Still standing in the pouring rain,

             Hair limp and soaking upon her skin,

                The sopping cotton pressed sloppily against her skin,

                                                                                       She utters two words between sobs.






"Forgive me."