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Please Read the Letter

Poetic

    “Keisha, come back now.”
    “No, Sinclair, you always do this.”
    “Woman, don’t make me raise my voice.”
    “Do as you please, that’s all you ever do anyway.”
    “I’m so sick of your petty bullshit,” said Sinclair, thrusting his fist into the wall.
    Fist clenching, eyes watering, body trembling. “I won’t stand for this anymore,” said Keisha.
    “You would give up on six long years?” asked Sinclair.
    “No, you gave up on six years,” said Keisha, tossing clothing in to a bag. “Not once have I not loved you. Forgiven you for your mistakes.”
    “Keisha, I need you to stay. I can be a strong man but without you I am a little boy,” said Sinclair, falling to his knees grabbing at Keisha’s dress.
    “Get off of me! Even with me here you act like a little boy,” said Keisha pulling her dress from his pincer like grasp.
    “Just stay this last night, I promise I can change,” said Sinclair, folding his hands like he was praying. “I’m begging you, don’t leave Keisha. I love you.”
    “No, you love the idea of me, the feeling of me and the time you waste with me,” said Keisha, wiping tears from her eyes and sniffling. “You were my first, Sinclair, and my only. But that isn’t good enough for you is it?”
    “Baby, I know I fucked up. Baby, I am a man, and sometimes I’m not perfect but I’m perfect for you.”
    “You’re the perfect sin for me.”
    “And you are my guiding light,” said Sinclair, standing to his feet, wiping away his tears. “Before you I was selling dope, and in and out of these streets.” Sinclair grabbed Keisha and pulled her close. “Yeah, I be out here fucking these hoes, but I make love to you, and I only love you. So baby, stay just this night and forget about the past. Just love me for me.”
    “Why do you have to be so cute and so strong?” said Keisha, hugging Sinclair back. “I’ll stay baby, matter a fact I’ll never leave.”
    Sinclair grabbed the bag and tossed it in the closet, pushing Keisha onto the bed.
    “Tonight we make love like it’s our last,” said Sinclair.
    “Yes, baby, take me and treat me like your queen,” said Keisha.

    “Keisha, girl, where you at?” asked Sinclair as he put on his pants. “I smell those eggs my baby cooked her king a meal.”
    A cup of fresh orange juice, scrabbled eggs with cheese, bacon and a tray of biscuits sat on the table - enough food for two, but only a place set for one.
    “Damn, baby, you didn’t set me a spot?” He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate. “Baby, where the hell are you?”
    At the table, an envelope caught Sinclair’s eyes. “Baby, goddamn it bitch where are you?”
    Please read the letter,
     Love Keisha.

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