let things be…

it’s two o’clock in the mornin’…you comin’ to bed…,his wife asked…,not like you to be up so late…whatcha starin’ at…,he continued looking out the front window…silence outside…not even a car drove by…,somethin’s got your attention…,just kept gazing at a streetlight…blue streetlight…

you think she’s comin’ back….think if you wish hard enough she’ll be on her way back home…peddlin’ up the driveway like she used to…think that…,the woman asked…,I used to think that…I did…and then one day I realized she was never comin’ back…she was gone…

he just kept quiet…had nothing to say…occasionally his stomach would growl…hadn’t eaten for a couple of days…preoccupied…,come on into the kitchen…I’ll fix ya’ somethin’…a grilled cheese…heat up some leftovers…,he didn’t budge…

it’s been three years now…and I know…she left long before that…runnin’ ’round town with that crazy crowd she used to go with…you warned her ’bout them…I know…you wonder where she’s at…so do I…can’t keep ’em home forever…,she touched his bare forearm…,come on now…let’s get you in bed…

he kept his eyes on that streetlight…she went back down the dark hallway by herself…said nothing else…let things be…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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