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
November 11, 2009 at 11:14 am
A hell of a decent.
Hell of a great poem.
November 11, 2009 at 1:54 pm
Thanks Brandon, I thought so too! 🙂
November 13, 2009 at 3:34 pm
Got me from the title, and kept me there all the way. Capturing.