She Came to Me
I liked her when I first saw her
She came to me
I liked her hair and body and eyes
Bu there was something wrong with
Her teeth
Scarred beauty
I hit it off with her easily at the bar
The others didn't like her
She was a cook
She told me about her narcolepsy, ADHD, Tourettes Sydrome,
Asthma and other ailments
Her soul shined though
When she worked I couldn't wait to see her
It was something to look forward to
Through the darkness of having to work for a living
She came to me and danced and sang to me
And made feel good for a brief time
I wanted to have sex with her
But never got the chance
She was faithful to her boyfriend
But I was her friend
And didn't real care about that
I just miss her like hell now
All those stories of abuse and pain
In her life could it all have been true?
Now she's gone now
And I wonder what it means?
All the people coming and going
From your life
My life
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Author's Note
A poem about a friend.
Other stories by Damion Hamilton
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"But there was something wrong with/Her teeth"
Yep, that's a line to take home to momma.
For what it's worth (and I always appreciate anyone here letting me know) you have "real" and meant "really" in the stanza that starts "But I was her friend".
Keep trucking, cat.
some of lifes episodes are best forgotten