80 Degrees of Azure

She has
Everything
A woman could
Want

Money
Houses
Diamonds
Antiques in the
Foyer
A Rolls in the
Garage

Friends
Successful husband
Two healthy children

Vacations every season
On a private tropical isle

She fights for
Every cause
Donates to
Every charity
Attends
Every rally

She chairs the
PTA

And yet every morning
When he leaves
For the office

She lies in bed and
Stares at the ceiling
Wondering what
Went wrong

When she derailed

Why she didn’t
See it coming

How the chasm
Grows ever
More hollow
Ever deeper
By the day

Then she dresses
In her casual
Prada
Slips on her
Dolce Gabbana’s
Grabs her
Gucci handbag

Slips off
Her wedding ring

And goes to the bars
At the far end of town

Where it’s
Always Bombay Sapphire
And
Never the same
Man twice

Where no matter
How much she drinks
How long she
Looks in the glass

How long she
Lies in his arms

She never finds
What she’s looking for
One day she knows

She never will

That morning
She doesn’t stare
At the ceiling
She doesn’t
Wonder anymore
She merely
Steps into
The pool

80 degrees of azure

And doesn’t
Step out

Again

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3 Responses to “80 Degrees of Azure”

  1. An Imperfect Servant Says:

    A hell of a decent.
    Hell of a great poem.

  2. Thanks Brandon, I thought so too! 🙂

  3. Got me from the title, and kept me there all the way. Capturing.

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