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An official looking notice said he had passed away A service for his tortured soul was being held today, I plan to get there early, to get a front row seat I've always loved to people watch - Who knows who one may meet Everybodys' whis-pering, they wonder how he died Though nothing is official -  they're betting suicide Courtney stands alone in a two piece textured suit, MJ leans against the wall in high heeled leather boots A familiar face is walking in - he must have taken leave Wraps the mother in a hug, her hand upon his sleeve I've never seen his brothers' in a jacket or a tie They look so tall and handsome, as usual side by side Nick and Faith walk in together, she wears a floppy hat Stands next to Portland hipsters - all buckles, leather straps Sean engages Stefan, Lisa holds the arm of Vince He really hasn't aged a day, I haven't seen him since we double-dated sisters', we bought a birthday card Tried to get to second base, they smiled and hit us hard. All heads turn in unison they see you walking in Lips stained a dark bur-gun-dy, defiance to your chin, Lowered eyes survey the crowd resigned to this days fate You wish it hadn't come to this, the switch from love to hate Your dress is black, above the knee, the bodice spotted lace A pillbox hat perched on your head, the veil to hide your face I knew you'd wear your purple heels, they make your legs look long, but underneath the prim facade, Pink bra and matching thong I'm enjoying your discomfort as you pause inside the gate You'd loathe to be too early, and you wouldn't dare be late You fumble with the clasp of an expensive looking tote Pull a lighter from its depths- I've never seen you smoke That pretty auburn haired girl whose name I can't recall Tells a story of him to muffled laughter and applause Is that the music starting? We'd better go inside Someone holds the door for you, you smile, but not to wide I'm bounding up the staircase - no one appears to see The view is priceless- truely - front row of balcony His mother's gently weeping, his father's looking grim My eyes are one direction on your pale and perfect skin Mira dabs at her nose, her handkerchief trimmed with lace Why my wife do tears not run down your exquisite face Your hand gently fondles a golden chain with hanging heart But I am focused on your thighs - the ones I used to part You steal a glance at your watch, you have to be discreet Think of your waiting lover, parked in a nearby street I remember that I couldn't sleep, so put on Leonard Cohen I don't know how he did it - he just had a way of knowin' Sheets were turning crimson as the blood began to seep That's all that I remember - I just drifted off to sleep I dreamed you'd sent hydrangeas, a bright and brilliant blue Could you not think of something else than what I'd give to you, Lilies, peonys, tulips, lilac or a rose I'd buy you blue hydrangeas when you didn't like your nose Soaring Hallelujah chorus fills my darkened room From my bed I see the clock, it's time to get up soon I pad into the kitchen to get my dog a treat Make a mental note to apologize to my neighbours when we meet, In the hallway, or the lobby, or the park across the street " I'm sorry man, the other night, I guess you couldn't sleep " Turned off my record player that was programmed to repeat I'd buy you blue hydrangeas - you didn't like your nose I noticed that you'd changed your hair and you had on new clothes
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Blue Hydrangeas (1)
An official looking notice said he had passed away A service for his tortured soul was being held today, I plan to get there early, to get a front row seat I've always loved to people watch - Who knows who one may meet Everybodys' whis-pering, they wonder how he died Though nothing is official -  they're betting suicide Courtney stands alone in a two piece textured suit, MJ leans against the wall in high heeled leather boots A familiar face is walking in - he must have taken leave Wraps the mother in a hug, her hand upon his sleeve I've never seen his brothers' in a jacket or a tie They look so tall and handsome, as usual side by side Nick and Faith walk in together, she wears a floppy hat Stands next to Portland hipsters - all buckles, leather straps Sean engages Stefan, Lisa holds the arm of Vince He really hasn't aged a day, I haven't seen him since we double-dated sisters', we bought a birthday card Tried to get to second base, they smiled and hit us hard. All heads turn in unison they see you walking in Lips stained a dark bur-gun-dy, defiance to your chin, Lowered eyes survey the crowd resigned to this days fate You wish it hadn't come to this, the switch from love to hate Your dress is black, above the knee, the bodice spotted lace A pillbox hat perched on your head, the veil to hide your face I knew you'd wear your purple heels, they make your legs look long, but underneath the prim facade, Pink bra and matching thong I'm enjoying your discomfort as you pause inside the gate You'd loathe to be too early, and you wouldn't dare be late You fumble with the clasp of an expensive looking tote Pull a lighter from its depths- I've never seen you smoke That pretty auburn haired girl whose name I can't recall Tells a story of him to muffled laughter and applause Is that the music starting? We'd better go inside Someone holds the door for you, you smile, but not to wide I'm bounding up the staircase - no one appears to see The view is priceless- truely - front row of balcony His mother's gently weeping, his father's looking grim My eyes are one direction on your pale and perfect skin Mira dabs at her nose, her handkerchief trimmed with lace Why my wife do tears not run down your exquisite face Your hand gently fondles a golden chain with hanging heart But I am focused on your thighs - the ones I used to part You steal a glance at your watch, you have to be discreet Think of your waiting lover, parked in a nearby street I remember that I couldn't sleep, so put on Leonard Cohen I don't know how he did it - he just had a way of knowin' Sheets were turning crimson as the blood began to seep That's all that I remember - I just drifted off to sleep I dreamed you'd sent hydrangeas, a bright and brilliant blue Could you not think of something else than what I'd give to you, Lilies, peonys, tulips, lilac or a rose I'd buy you blue hydrangeas when you didn't like your nose Soaring Hallelujah chorus fills my darkened room From my bed I see the clock, it's time to get up soon I pad into the kitchen to get my dog a treat Make a mental note to apologize to my neighbours when we meet, In the hallway, or the lobby, or the park across the street " I'm sorry man, the other night, I guess you couldn't sleep " Turned off my record player that was programmed to repeat I'd buy you blue hydrangeas - you didn't like your nose I noticed that you'd changed your hair and you had on new clothes
The clothing and the names are all of real people. The girl in the pillbox hat is real, was sent blue hydrangeas ( her favourite ) by the male in the poem during their 7 years together. Have written 2 other poems of the same vein, each with blue hydrangeas the in the storyline. Thanks for reading, Deb xox
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61/F/Melbourne, Australia
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
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