Choices 2

“Why in the hell are you still here?”
“Why in the hell didn’t you steer clear?”
“I’m worthless as hell can’t you see!”
“What in the hell do you see in me?”

John SMACKS his hand hard against the door!
“Damn it. I can’t take this much more!”
He leans forward and gets in Sarah’s face
He sees her fear, turns and walks away

The door slams violently; silent noise
“I’m goin’ to town; be with the boys!
Ah hell, I forgot the trucks tore up!
Damn, ain’t this just my kinda luck!”

“Food stamps, bar tramps; who needs em?” he says
He pops a can of beer; blows off the head
Sarah’s thinking, “I’ll stop em’ while I can.”
Walking up to John, she takes his trembling hand

“Come on in; let’s get something to eat.
Then I’ll iron your clothes so you’ll look neat.
You got that interview at quarter to ten.
It ain’t that long ‘tween now and then.”

As they lay in bed, John reminisces
Of the love he once gave to his misses
Heartfelt but hidden by cobwebs and cracks
His life, his wife; he wants them both back

John turns and whispers, “I’ll get that job.
Then we’ll start living high on the hog.”
Sarah turns from her man who gives a rip
Talking in her sleep to her lover named Rick