That Was The Night, Her Life Changed By Cynthia Jones, www.PoetryPoem.com/poetryandshortstories10 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
She heard them loud and clear
that was the night, her life changed,
deep down inside her heart and soul
she thinks they had it prearranged.
Music played softly in the background
but she could hear it so clear,
"Let me know, if I hurt you"
was the next thing she did hear.
There was a pull out bed
downstairs in the living room,
that's where it all happened
and where their marriage was doomed.
The wife was sick with a cold
and drunk from Peppermint Schnapps,
she knew exactly what went on
out of their bed she hopped.
The bedroom door was locked
he didn't want her falling down the stairs,
he asked her what was wrong
the love she felt, was no longer there.
He went back downstairs
after she said she had to use the bathroom,
she tried to stop the tears
six years before that, they were bride and groom.
They were sitting in the kitchen
wondering what was going on,
she was crying quietly upstairs
she didn't know that she was conned.
She crept her way down the stairs
wiping the tears from her eyes,
she was filled with much rage
and knew he'd be filled with lies.
They were sitting in the kitchen
whispering to each other,
he was checking her neck for a hickey
she hid; watching like being under cover.
His night with her was ruined
by a wife, that didn't know,
listening to them making love
with the music turned down low.
The wife went to the bathroom
her life, no longer filled with wealth,
that was when she noticed
bra and underwear sitting on the shelf.
The wife knew something was going on
because he only wears his house coat,
but "she" was wearing it
the wife's rage was quickly afloat.
This was the wife's first marriage
and the second marriage for him,
the second marriage brought them three children
they didn't get married on a whim.
They were father and daughter
but why couldn't the second wife see?
She looked exactly like her dead mother
but he couldn't let it be.
The daughter was at the age of consent
let's get back to the fact,
they should have known better
on impulse, you shouldn't react.
She wanted to confront them
but they were drinking that night too,
it was sure nice to know
he found someone else to screw.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.22/2015
I have never penned this kind of a write before. Sorry if it's out there. I just wanted to try to write something different.
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