It’s that time of year when I think of you....
And all the strange things we used to do...
We were young and cast our fate to the wind...                                                  
Regardl­ess of the message that we might send..
Out to the world , cause we didn’t care...                                                          ­            
And that’s what brings me here to share....
You treated me just like a queen honey bee..                                                            ­    
And I believed and worshiped thee...
We shared our ups and downs together...                                                      ­                  
In thick and thin and stormy weather...
What was mine was mine and yours was mine.....                                                        ­
And we never ever crossed that line !
I assumed it would always be just you and me...                                                            ­
As no one else appealed you see....
My friends said you will break my heart...                                                         ­             
But I told them that, I was just too smart....
As I remembered , what I was taught....                                                       ­                 
That no one could control my thought...
And then it happened I lost my heart....                                                        ­                  
My bracelet, my watch and my college  ring...
And then you did that awful thing...                                                         ­                     
You lied , you cheated , you  had stolen my bling...
And that’s why now you aren’t around....                                                       ­               
Plus no way... will you EVER.... be found....

The wind was blowing when she left the city...
I believe it was twenty below...
Where she was going she already knew...
But... first she had things she had to do...
Get rid of the body that was clear....
There were no options, it had to disappear....
The heater was broken and blowing cold air...
She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..
She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...
As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...
All she had asked him , was to light a fire...
To take off the chill in the house....
Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped
And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..
It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..
This was his favorite fishing spot...
She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..
And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....
Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..
When I get to the Florida Keys..

PS. This is  # 1 of 5 in a series titled “ Gator Bait “.  
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