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Yet Another

Liam Spencer

Wine glugged its’ way into her glass
Before meeting her eager lips.
The evening was underway.

They looked at each other appreciatively,
Talking and drinking and laughing
remembered times together.

Laughter echoed off the walls of the old apartment
Remnants of decades and even generations past.
Their eyes held the sorrow of knowledge.

She sat there, a mere twenty-two
Barely started in the world. Young and beautiful.
Determined. Destructive. Destined.

He was forty, sitting there in his sweat stained uniform.
Set in the world with a “good job.”
Paying his dues yet again..

“I can’t stay long...” Her words echoed off mournful walls.
He stopped dead in his tracks.“It is what it is” He thought.

“Ok, I gotta go. Lemme roll one cigarette first.”
“Just stay for one more smoke. That way you can finish your wine.”
She rolled, drank and smoked...quickly.

“I’ll be by tomorrow night, if it’s ok.”
“Ok. We’ll see. Either way...I’m not sure I can get past it.”
“Umm..ok. Well, I might be by tomorrow night.”

Her things packed, they stood in the old place
Holding each other one last time.
Gripping so hard. Not wanting to let go.

But it was time, and they each knew it.
Nonetheless, whenever the hold would weaken,
New strength was found.

“When you leave, close the door gently,
So I can watch as you go.”His voice broke...

“What?!” The shrill tragic shock of a love murdered
Bounced through the old apartment.
Grips and tears dominated the world.

Her tears soaked through his sweat stained uniform shirt
And tickled him as they rolled down
His chest containing a heavy heart.

When the embrace finally broke
She did not look at him
Or anything else.

Instead, she just looked down,
turned her back on him
Picked up her backpack

slow march to the door
As he sat in his usual chair
Near his laptop.

She opened the door
And backed out of what had been
Their apartment. A home.

She looked down the whole time
Not looking at him or the old place.
She did indeed close the door gently...

He watched as the door
Slowly and forever hid her
Young and beautiful face.

He sat there, staring at where she had been
Just moments before.
So young and beautiful.

He sat still looking at the door that had hid
Her young beautiful face forever,
Remembering that just a few moments ago...

The outside door to the apartment building
Always slams shut with what sounds almost
Like a gunshot.

...and there it was. BAM!
He raised his bottle of beer, drank heavily
A long sigh from deep within

“Have a great life, Stephanie.”

Yet another
woman had left his life.

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