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She part 2

Updated on January 1, 2011

A hand reached from behind her stopping her before She

Could leave She turned to look at who prevented

Her from disappearing into the night…………

He spotted her the moment She walked into the dim smoked fill lounge

The sound of a jazz band had the walls to the place vibrating

And the haze from the smoke made His eyes water

It‘s been years since he’d seen her but he’d recognize her any where

Life had taken its toll judging by the harshness in her features

Her eyes clouded over by too many nights spent chasing dragons

For a moment he thought about ignoring her existence

He was a good man to her and She did nothing but f**k him over

How many times did he forgive her and take her back

How many times did he have to rescue her from herself?

Too many but still he held love for her deep within His heart

That’s why when he saw her he couldn’t let her disappear into the night

She looked up into His eyes and recoiled as if she was a rattle snake prepared

To strike until memories of him begin to flood her mind

This one was good to her, loved her so completely, she bled him dry of any emotions

Kept on taking and taking until he became an empty vessel

Why was he looking at her like that, pity?

She didn’t need His pity or His help why didn’t he release His grip on her arm

He just stood there gazing into her blank eyes maybe

Hoping to see if there was any goodness there

He led her back to His table ordered coffee and for him another Jack Daniels

She pulled out a cigarette and lit up blowing circles and

Taping her un-manicured fingernails on the

Table top waiting for him to say the first word

He didn’t he continued to stare, what was going on inside of him

Tired she sighed and lay back against the seat and closed her eyes

Let him watch if he wanted she no longer gave a damn what he thought

He didn’t have to prevent her from living in fact he should have just let her be

Her coffee arrived and so did His drink in silence they both drank their fill

Empty cup and shot glass sat in the middle of the table she got up to leave

What’s happened to you that has made you so hard? His words stopped her

She looked down at him an evil grin crossed her lips, “Life”, she said sitting back down

Wasn’t I a good man to you? I didn’t beat you, cuss you out of your name, I treated you

Like a woman loved you with everything inside of me

Yes you were a good man and I treated you like sh*t maybe that’s why I did, because you were

Too good for me, you deserved so much better

Look I couldn’t let you leave seeing you need someone, a friend maybe

I’m no good I’d only take from you all that you have to offer and leave you

Wishing you’d just let me walk out into the night and become one with the darkness

I still love you

Don’t say that


I’m not the type to be loved only forgotten

Let me help you, I know I can

She got up to leave he rose too

She turned to look at him one last time

Thank you for the coffee


She didn’t stop her steps became hurried reaching the door someone

Called out to her she veered around to see hoping not to be detained once more

Hey baby where you been can I buy you a drink

Yeah but not here let’s pick one up on the way to your place

Hours later a knock at His door

He opened up to two policemen

Their faces said it all She was dead beaten by her old lover

The same man she ran into that night in that smoked filled lounge

Jazz resonating throughout the place, but no one took notice of the

Wicked gleam in her old lover’s eyes

He appreciated their coming; thanking them he slowly closed the door


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    • Dim Flaxenwick profile image

      Dim Flaxenwick 7 years ago from Great Britain

      WOW!!!! You could write a novel. l was captivated all the way through. Thanks for sharing