Without You

MendedFences27

Without you

 

It never seemed a wrongful thing

staying late that summer night.

The party roared into the dark

beer and whiskey flowed free and loose

friends were falling over one another.

We slept over that summer night 

but, come the morning, I realized  

I’d stayed over without you.

 

We went to see her several times.

Her name was Emmy Lou.

A friend of ours from teenage years

who learned to drink while in high school.

We slept over a couple times

to help her make it through the night

but, come those mornings, I realized 

I’d stayed over without you.

 

You came over that final night 

to see if it was true

and caught me sleeping with Emmy Lou.

That’s all that I remember of that night

but come the morning I realized

I’d be spending forever...

Without you.

 

Now, I’m alone day and night dreaming... 

about you.

 

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2021 20:15
  • Category: Love
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Comments5

  • dusk arising

    Wonderful. Mesmerising story which asks so many questions in my head yet leaves me satisfied. I'm going to read this several times.

    • MendedFences27

      Thanks DA. Many questions is always a compliment. It means it made you think. much appreciated.

    • Doggerel Dave

      Oh so nicely done. Kept me in suspenders and then slipped me the answer. Great story line.

      • MendedFences27

        Thanks Dog, D. - Hang on to those suspenders or you might get belted. (Sorry, I couldn't help it).

        • Doggerel Dave

          Serves me right....

        • Goldfinch60

          Super write, our mistakes will always find us out and lead to regrets in our lives.

          Andy

          • MendedFences27

            Thanks Andy. You're right. Our mistakes will always haunt us.

          • orchidee

            A fine write MF.

            • MendedFences27

              Thanks Big O. I used an extra sharp pencil.

            • Neville


              this is so good .. but its not what it seems .. it is so much more than that ...



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