Rebelmommy

A friend of mine posted a challenge of sorts.. to write something.. your take if you will on this:

Scenario #1

A man and a woman in a shadowy corner of a mexican restaurant.  The woman is crying and he rests his hand on hers.

This is my take (after a very bad day and a few beverage of the alcoholic kind)  For you Machel.. a poem



In a Mexican restaurant

In the soft candle glow

He held my hand,

And I let him go.



He told me her name,

But I didn't hear,

I refused to listen,

I didn't want to be here.



The love that I gave him,

All those years in vain,

And yet once again

He mentions her name!



Shut up! Shut up!

I think as tears flow,

Every atom of my being

Wants to get up and go!



He tells me he loves her,

And I want to die.

But in this darkened corner,

All I can do is cry.



I compose myself,

And retrieve my hand,

Then slowly remove,

My old wedding band.



I hand it to him.

Though dying inside,

I know that these,

Are the last tears cried.



For him. for her,

For a love that is lost.

And I turn to go,

Both of us knowing the cost.



But in time we heal,

And each of us grow.

And as they say...

You reap what you sow.



So I hope he find happiness

With his new little skank,

While I spend my time,

Laughing all the way to the bank!



17 long years,

I gave them to you.

But I guess I am not,

The woman you knew.



So while there is.

A love that I mourned.

Hell has no fury,

Like a woman scorned!