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Danger UXB
 

Just being near her was enough. She didn't love me

Her heart was too busy hating men, but I loved her

And right now she needed someone close to help

Heal the wounds, make her smile

 

She had a face on her like thunder. A real blonde

Gloves on, looking for a fight. I almost walked away

But something made me stay and so back I came

To the same bar, same table, same time, next night

And every night after that. Yes, I fell in love with her

Hard not to. I could see she didn't want me so no

Point my pushing it but she did need a friend, one

Who'd look out for her no matter what

 

Called in the bar for a quiet drinkbad call – the

Bar was full and noisy. Nowhere to sit save one

Empty chair at a table occupied by seething anger

Idly swilling the bottom of her glass. A bad sign

Spinning the dregs of a drinkfighting talk in some

Places. With so little choice and more folk spilling

Into the bar I went over and asked if I could join her?

'If you must' came the terse reply, as the sad remains

Of a weary Bud splashed around in the bottom of

Her glass

 

The glass antics were getting a bit too lively and so

A short journey to the bar, a push through a milling

Crowd and Shazam! A cold Budweiser in an ice cold

Glass. Seemed to be exactly the right thing for the

Occasion and indeed it was for she eagerly took the

Glass from me and raising it to her forehead brought

Cool and soothing relief to the pain and misfortune

Within. I've been collecting material for a novel and

Here was real life in the raw. On the way back from

The bar the outline of a safety pin through cotton

Caught my eye, broken bra strap, funds low, times

Hard

 

She sulked a lot in the first few days, head in her

Hands, defiant stare in her eyes, like a woman ready

To explode – Danger UXB! Told me she was bad and

And I should leave her alone, but that kind of talk just

Made me mad and even more determined to stick

Around

 

Been with her for a good while now, nearly a year

She's helping me write my book. It's a thriller about

Good cheques, dud cheques and drugs. Hard to

Believe the things she's seen, yet here she is on

The other side and once in a while she risks a

Smile, tugs my sleeve so I don't miss it. The anger

And the thunder have gone too, just an act she put

On to protect herself – doesn't need either anymore

 

Still doesn't love me, but we're getting closer all the

Time. I know how much she needs me, the turmoil

Of the past left her weak and vulnerable and without

Seeming to do very much at all, I pointed her in the

Direction of the tracks and under her own steam her

Pretty wheels started turning again. All I gave her was

Confidence – nothing more. We're going to dinner

Tonight, she tells me she has something special to

Share – can't wait to hear what it is
 

© Joseph G Dawson
14/07/2017





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