“Still I can’t escape the ghost of you”…

~

It was Nineteen Seventy Three…

Three minutes to Seven in the morning…

Morning light flooded the stale room…

Room still spinning from the night before…

Before the news had fully broken…

Broken about the shocking affair…

Affair that she was quietly having…

Having with another married woman…

Woman who smiled one day at work…

Work pressures were beginning to tell…

Tell on the strained relationship with her man…

Man who loved her and never saw this coming…

Coming from the darkness, around to the sad fact…

Fact that he has really lost her…

Her bags were long since packed…

Packed into the waiting Red car…

Car driven by her new and crazy lover….

Lover who drives her totally insane…

Insane and suprising were the feelings she felt…

Felt when she first saw her face…

Face of an angel with such kind eyes…

Eyes that seduced her unhappy heart…

Heart that beat so fast when they first kissed…

Kissed each other’s soft and devilish lips…

Lips that lied and kept it all secret…

Secret she couldn’t carry anymore…

Anymore of his controlling actions…

Actions he was blissfully unaware of…

Of the pain that he was causing…

Causing his girl so many problems…

Problems that she finally found a way…

Way to escape from this unhappy place…

Place that is now spinning round and round…

Round and round in his confused head…

Head that aches and carries a frown…

Frown that will never be turned upside down…

Down to the bottom of the next bottle…

Bottle that offers an escape from it all…

All the pain in this lonely and ordinary world…

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