midnight call in America…

what happened…

things just fell apart…

things…

yeah…got tired…

tired…

tired of waiting…seemed to be draggin’ your feet all the time…always havin’ an excuse for not comin’ through in the clutch…when I needed you most…you were out gettin’ drunk…or God knows what…and I’d be at home with no-one to talk to…no-one to listen to me…

you don’t need a boyfriend…

no…

need an analyst…

need someone who cares…who gives a damn…where were you all those nights…

out…

out where…

walkin’…walkin’ from one end of town to the other…stoppin’ here stoppin’ there…lookin’ in pawn shop windows…seein’ rings and things…wishin’ I had enough to buy you somethin’…somethin’ nice for a change…maybe a necklace…or a bracelet of somekind…never could find the scratch to pay for it…’tween rent and phone bills…money I owe to this guy…always owin’ somebody…always havin’ to borrow…never gettin’ paid enough to make ends meet…

maybe if you’d get a steady job…’stead of workin’ here and there…always quitin’…always gettin’ fired…

things happen…

all the time they happen…why can’t you hold down a job…I don’t ask a lot from you…but somethin’ stable for a change would be nice…

can’t say that’s gonna change…I been on the bum so long I don’t know how to live a normal life…can’t wear a suit and tie…or punch a clock…don’t wanna work on some assembly line putin’ parts together…

you’re gettin’ older…can’t do labor jobs for much longer…body wears out…you gotta be tired of it…gotta ache from liftin’ heavy stuff all the time… the three or four times a week that you do work…it’s gotta get old…it’s gotten old for me…

guess I can’t give you what you want…

you could…

not made that way…

not dependable…

guess not…sometimes at night when I can’t sleep and I go out walkin’…I think to myself that I’ve wasted my life…that I never finished anything…quit everything I ever started…and then I wonder what’s gonna happen to me…maybe by the grace of God I’ll just die one of these days and not have to worry ’bout it…just go to sleep one night and not wake up…

is that what you want…

‘ventually…if I’m lucky…

can’t be ’round for that…don’t wanna see that…that’s why I’m leavin’…

I see…good luck to ya’…

yeah…good luck to you…

you take care of yourself…

you too…

love ya’…

don’t say that…

I do…

if you did…nevermind…

I get it…I’ll put my key in the mail box…

o.k.

take care…

yeah…

bye…

goodbye…

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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