Uncouth in his piety ...

He lay prostate ...
At her feet...
Begging for mercy ...
Dust all around ...
Dirt in his mouth ...
He could tSte his own blood...
From bleeding gums...
Hair all tousled...
Scaavenged look...
A sorry state of being ...
The uncouth fellow ...
Lover from yesteryears...
Begging for forgiveness...
But...
She didn't recognize him...
For she had a faraway look in her vacant eyes ...
Unrecognisable lay ...
An uncouth man before her...
She was searching him...
In her  long forgotten past.

She stood up...
Walkded sround him ...
Out into the open courtyard ...
Her Garden of Eden ...
A distant memory ...
Etched somewhere in the grey matter...
But no recollection...
Of the man rolling on the dirt behind her.

He turned over ...
Tears streaming over his cheeks ...
Remorseful ...
He hangs his head down in shame.