just let her be…

He didn’t know what to make of it…this life she was tellin’ him about…to constantly be leaving…pack and unpack…get into town and set up shop only to be goin’ again before you know it…some kind of broken love affair…loss of a job…a drinking binge…just get up and go in the middle of the night…leaving behind clothes…books…albums….keepsakes from when her parents were alive…a China doll…

It didn’t take much…she had a way about her…any golden opportunity would soon turn to dust…waiting…always waiting for the big break…she’d hit every major city in America ‘fore it was over…New York…Philly…St. Louis…Denver…always wanting to be taken care of…by middle aged men with loaded pockets…men who reminded her of her pop…the way dad used to take care of mom…she’d take off too…

Every other month her mother would be down at the bus station wanting to be picked up after bein’ away for a week or two…taking off to places without a dime to her name…Portland…Boise…Chicago…Daytona…mom would get drunk and throw a dart at a map in the afternoon and be gone by Sun down…daddy always said he could tell when it was coming…she’d get restless and wild…like she had no choice but to leave…’cause that’s what she did…

And she sat there tellin’ him this story…of how she was a nomad…a runner who would never settle down…could never settle down…told him that eventually it’d kill her…all this movin’ from town to town…sleepin’ in bad motels filled with vagabonds…ex-cons…trapeze artists who never landed…stayin’ up on a high wire forever and ever amen….

He’d just sit there listenin’ to her…didn’t know what to say…thought ’bout makin’ his move…headin’ out the door…could tell she was trouble…everybody could tell she was trouble…but somethin’ made him sit there…made him take in her words…lookin’ in her eyes the whole time…dark eyes like a Gypsy…she had a tamborine in her purse…

Something ’bout her made him want her…maybe he felt sorry for her…maybe he felt that he could change her…make her into this kind of woman that he always wanted…the kind that wouldn’t leave…the kind that wouldn’t leave…and then an angel whispered in his ear…,let her be…just let her be…

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