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Yes officer, they left two weeks ago,
The woman killed herself, is that so?
I don’t know much but
Seeing me by the market, she always said hello
She was pretty but never petty
She’s a lady who ended in a tragedy
Well, you see the husband was rich
He made a fortune in his business
Money, diamonds, roses, rings,
Whatever she wished.
So they were together for a while,
Her body was his fancy,
Her love rooted in the money.
But she was not mean, mind you,
She only cared for the materials
Like a house to shelter in,
Like a car to shield her from the rain,
Like jewelries to make her seem vain.
But how time flies,
The lines dug around the side of her eyes,
Extending underneath her cosmetics,
Wound around her expanding body.
But how love lies,
He was seeing someone else,
Keep exaggerating her faults,
Her ever-growing doubts.
I know, it’s a useless story to tell,
After all we did not want to see her fall.
Her jewels ripped out her neck
Shredded were the silks
And a house left in wreck.
But, sir, I’m truly sorry for her
A someone stripped down to no one
Her life unstrung, her story unsung,
And all her things undone.
I am thinking of writing a short story based on this poem. Any feedback/ advice is welcome. Thanks
