Faye and Tommy (Prose)

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ocean coloured eyes, auburn curled hair
nestling on her shoulders, stuck with him
the restaurant, crushed napkin folded
kept safe in his worn wallet

her phone number
scribbled in ink, bled from his
sweaty palms over weeks
yet he hadn’t dialed her number

small town, back woods, trying
the best she could, to get out
leave the trailer park, an inner strength
held behind her cerulean eyes

words spoken of her existence
showed determination, he felt weak
amidst her charms, her softness
his a different pain to hers

the napkin dropped near his plate
alongside remnants of mashed potato
beans and meat, he stared at it a while
did she find him attractive

then left, closing the door to her world
to begin again with his, yet
she kept dragging him back, without
a word between them

just this napkin, he couldn’t throw away
she wanted out, she told him so
was he her meal ticket to a better life
to get somewhere, was this his doubt

and then he threw her number away
‘coz he knew he didn’t have the courage
to find out, the risk of being hurt again
to try and make it work

until one summer’s afternoon
when she played so badly on his mind
like a sweet violin
he made a sign

nailed it to the pole
in the street where she worked
and he waited near by
waited and watched for Faye to see

how much she meant to him
how proud he was of her
and how, with lives so different
they were meant to be

©jmtacken Feb 2014

In a bit of a gushy mood today.

Sharing with Jude from http://raisingthecurtain.net who inspired me to write from her latest post – a fellow Aussie who wrote a piece of fiction, please go visit her and thank you for the inspiration Jude 🙂
and also http://dversepoets.com for OLN.

Also a shout out to the wonderful Brian http://waystationone.com for his nudges in all the right places.

PS I have read and commented on other writers linked into DVerse for some time now and in return they kindly read and comment on what I have written . Please show common courtesy by reading and commenting to other writers,  it’s a two way street. If I offend anyone by this – I apologise.

Was it a friendship?

cut through the mortar
that sets brick upon brick
fragments crumble and fall
the inside confused
self doubting me
left
wondering who I am
how do others see me
their word against
mine
my resilience
lowered
my foundations
rocked
today these words were
sent
There are 1001 things I would like to say but you would never listen to what
I have to say. It always seems to be some else’s fault… Never yours… It’s always
what other people have done … So giving you any sort of critisim is pointless…
I reel and withdraw
is she right
am I wrong
cutting as the mortar blade
her words
penetrate my heart
bring anger
to the surface
from inside my walls of skin
should I scream
“feck you!”
she who cast the
first stone
no friend says this
or do they
confusion
disillusion
of what was
left wondering
is my concrete
strong enough to stand

Combined anger & sadness brought this on today.