BAD CHOICE
Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 8:43 pm
BAD CHOICE
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
She put her glass down roughly on the bar – he stood and picked his keys up off the table
she said “ I hope you’re satisfied you fool and come back to your senses when you’re able?
You’re right you know I never would have guessed . I never thought of you and such betrayal
but now I know the kind of bloke you are
and now I see you aren’t no shining star
I hope you leave and hope you travel far.”
The whistle of the train they now heard blowing.
The platform nearly empty just a few high school kids watching waiting for the train
They saw the teardrops falling from her eyes red rimmed with tears that fell like falling rain
They sensed the drama, saw the hopeless farce, and captured pictures on their modern phones
no doubt they’d later share with mates on line
the unravelling drama over time
with no respect at all for love sublime
treating the farce as a clip just worth showing.
He left and never even once looked back – she ran, her face tear streaked and step unsteady.
She thought she’d met her one true love in life – he’d told her no – he wasn’t marriage ready.
The plans they’d made had crumbled into dust and with them now had destroyed all her trust
she returned to the flat they’d shared
and realised he hadn’t cared
and at the lounge room walls she stared.
A woman matched the wallpaper – kept going.
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
She put her glass down roughly on the bar – he stood and picked his keys up off the table
she said “ I hope you’re satisfied you fool and come back to your senses when you’re able?
You’re right you know I never would have guessed . I never thought of you and such betrayal
but now I know the kind of bloke you are
and now I see you aren’t no shining star
I hope you leave and hope you travel far.”
The whistle of the train they now heard blowing.
The platform nearly empty just a few high school kids watching waiting for the train
They saw the teardrops falling from her eyes red rimmed with tears that fell like falling rain
They sensed the drama, saw the hopeless farce, and captured pictures on their modern phones
no doubt they’d later share with mates on line
the unravelling drama over time
with no respect at all for love sublime
treating the farce as a clip just worth showing.
He left and never even once looked back – she ran, her face tear streaked and step unsteady.
She thought she’d met her one true love in life – he’d told her no – he wasn’t marriage ready.
The plans they’d made had crumbled into dust and with them now had destroyed all her trust
she returned to the flat they’d shared
and realised he hadn’t cared
and at the lounge room walls she stared.
A woman matched the wallpaper – kept going.
