Can't Find You . . . what is a beautiful girl like her doing with you my friends would ask . . . Frantically I’m searching everywhere throughout this giant sprawling house dark and shadowy, stuffy, no windows no sunlight so many rooms narrow up and down corridors Trying out for the Senior Class Play’s romantic lead opposite my girl but coming in second to the handsome hunky Everett. Then watching him romancing her on-stage from backstage for weeks. People sprawled everywhere sleeping sitting standing staring leaning against walls and closet doors talking in whispers but no one notices me as I search for you through the rooms and corridors I take the train to my girlfriend’s school to surprise her during finals. She sits, quiet, not looking at me, one pretty leg folded under, finally blurting “You have to leave. I have a date today with another guy.” I search everywhere like checking the same pocket 100 times for a missing key so damn dark, strange faces and masks no one talks to me acknowledges me as if I’m a ghost I watch her in her new winter coat with the fluffy collar, playful and giggling, romping in the snow, throwing little snowballs at her new beau, her lustrous brown hair shining in the sun. Where have you gone my love I’m lost, feeling more and more hopeless checking every corner behind every curtain on every staircase and chair in the kitchen, closets, and bathrooms I worked 3 jobs to buy her a diamond ring she’d be proud to wear before she got tempted by the wealthy football hero who’d begun following her around and “studying” with her. But perhaps you’ve left without me? My time with you was up I always knew . . . no, no, I’ll go round again you have to be here somewhere you have to be “She’s your wife but she’s not really yours. If she stops loving you she won’t warn you or discuss it, it’ll simply be over, she’ll send you packing, and there’s nothing, not one thing, you can do about it” the Devil hisses in my ear.
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