“I’m so sorry, ” he says again and again
The desperate crease across his eyebrows tells her he means it

She can tell he hasn’t eaten for a while
His face has that gaunt look like his cheekbones are protruding too far
Still, the days of stubble don’t hide the childish look of his features
His face is so oily it looks almost like sweat
But those helpless blue eyes still look like those belonging to a small boy

She spots the half crushed beer can in the trash
It has those crude tell-tale pinholes in it

“I’m so sorry, ” he says once more
Her gaze is brought back to those watching blue eyes
He stares at her with pupils like big black buttons
Waiting to see if she’ll forgive him once more