I sat near the phone until a quarter of three,
wondering with dread, just where he could be,
I called the hospitals and even the jail,
In case he’d been speeding and needed the bail;
The bars had all closed promptly at two,
I couldn’t imagine what else I could do;
I hesitated to call any of the guys
that he liked to drink with–I pictured the lies,
that they would tell me, they thought it a laugh
that my head in the sand was like a giraffe,
And so I worried and just before dawn,
heard the car in the driveway and knew all along
where he had been; I smelled her perfume;
He shrugged when he saw me and went to our room
and as he undressed, he said “You could find
where I had been – I know you aren’t blind”
“I know where she lives” I finally said
but I didn’t go there. I’d rather be dead.
Sandra Lee Smith
Originally composted in 2015; updated July 19, 2018
True story; events that took place in in 1984.
This had a lot of emotions flowing.
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thank you–many of my poems, especially painful events, are generally true & started back in 1985–I go through a lot of my old notebooks….I don’t think I could write that poem today – I am in a totally different place. You saw through me! – sls
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Yes , I could feel it came strsight form your heart.Happy to know you are in a better place now.Love and hugs to you.
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thanks, Meghaâ¦.I think I am getting in the final word – and enjoying it as well.
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