both of ’em smilin’…

she grew tired of him…his crazy life of takin’ off at a moment’s notice had gotten to her…one day here…next there…just drivin’ aimlessly…way he led his life…no direction…

said she wanted somethin’ more stable…somethin’ to come home to at night after she’d worked all day…someone rubbin’ her feet while she watched T.V. …some man givin’ her a neck rub ‘fore she fell asleep…said that’s what she wanted…

an’ he wanted to give her all that…wanted to…but he couldn’t sit still…always movin’…1…2…3… go…an’ he’d be off…galavantin’ ’round the country like a rooster in a barnyard…chest out…stomach pulled-in…struttin’ through cities ‘cross ‘merica…gettin’ no-where…no-where…

she grew tired of him…his crazy life…just got tired of it…so…when he came back one day he saw she was gone…vanished in mid- air…like a popped balloon…all of her was missing…just a note was left behind…,I’m breaking up with you…Sorry…

he looked through her drawers…cedar-chest…closets…not a stitch…nothin’…just a picture of the two of ’em dressed-up in some wild West cowboy clothes holdin’ onto a bottle of Jack Daniels…both of ’em smilin’…

both of ’em smilin’…

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