Old Chevy…

What keeps you up at night…,she asked…,what is it that makes you roam ’round this house at three in the mornin’…,she poured herself a Diet Coke…plopped a couple of ice cubes in the glass…,want somethin’…,he just shook his head no…

You think ’bout her dontcha…I can tell…it’s been awhile now…always in the back of my mind…I can tell you that much…never knew what hurt was till that day you told me…,she took another swig of her drink…brushed her blonde hair out of her face…,yeah…I think ’bout her too…,he looked out the window at the old Chevy in the driveway…first car they’d ever owned…

And the funny thing is I don’t even know what she looks like…could be a red head…a brunette…tall or short…not sure of your type anymore…used to think your type was me…’least that’s what you told me all them years ago…,she opened the refrigerator and moved some food around…took out a piece of American cheese and unwrapped it…,want some…,he just kept lookin’ out the window…

Did she make you happy…did she please you…sometimes I think what could I do to make you as happy as she did…I do…I think ’bout that sorta thing…’specially on nights when you don’t touch me…when I can’t get a kiss from you…

I’m not sure why you came back to me…,the wife pulled a Newport from her pack on the counter…lit it and breathed out…,you know why you came back to me…huh….,the husband turned and looked at her…,’cause you got scared…that’s why…frightened of somethin’ new…scared you couldn’t make it without me…you rely on me…I’m your crutch…always have been…,he turned away from the window…looked at her and said nothin’…the whole time he said nothin’…then he turned back to lookin’ at that Chevy…

You wanna leave…leave…can’t make you stay anymore…I’m tired of tryin’…you got second thoughts…I got second thoughts…,she put out her cigarette in the ice and little bit of Coke left in her glass…,I’m goin’ to bed…you wear me out…,she turned and walked down the hallway…he just kept lookin’ at that old Chevy…

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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