the make up

you kiss
and make up.
both of you say
i'm sorry,
it was my
fault.
you take her
hand. she puts
her head
on your shoulder.
she wipes
a tear a way
and smiles.
you look out
the window,
it begins to
rain. you know
that in the long
run, this
will never work,
so does
she, but for
now, you've
got each other,
and that seems
to be enough.