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Rick Springfield's Jesse's Girl was playing on the radio, we were all partying guys and girls out on my patio. I prayed no one or you would catch me looking your way, noticing what I was doing for the better part of the day. The music?, just irony, go ahead give it a whirl, here I am awestruck by you my best friends girl I just know this is so wrong all the thoughts I have about you. You always look like you smell like soap taste like morning dew. You always look like you just came out of the dryer. I really have to ignore this urge or end up in the fryer. There's a girl just to my left I know it's me she's talking to. She might as well be talking to the wall all I can see is you. It's my party, my house but I grab my jacket and leave. Suddenly I hear someone running behind me, it's Steve " You ok guy, you're white as a sheet, are you ill?" he says, worry on his face. I reply "I'm fine, chill." "Good. Mind if I join you?" he counters and he's all in. Guilty is my middle name but I don't tell him of my sin. "I've been staring at your girlfriend all night" I think! "Is that what I should tell him?" I am on the brink. I change my mind and I decide not to tell him anything. We walk for a while before he shows me a wedding ring. He explains he is ready to take the leap. I listen quietly I don't make a peep. What is wrong with me? This is my childhood friend, I might as well be Judas look at me...as if I wish his end. He is Caesar and I am Brutus with a knife in my hand. How did I get here what am I thinking this was unplanned. I congratulate him, his hug says it all. He suspects nothing, nothing at all. I know I will be selling my eternal soul when we finish, at the end of this stroll. I haven't told you the other side until now, she looks at me too. She can't take this vow. I know I will lose a lifelong relationship. I don't care. I'm going for it. Let it rip I 'm going to move in on her this very night or in the morning in the bright of the light, share my feelings. I am sure she feels the same way too I am sure she will, if she didn't I wouldn't know what to do. Steve must of left, but when? He was just with me. Two men lead me to a room. Lock the door for me. Everyone must of left. I hear screams in the hall. I think they injected something in me, the gall. The dream the dream I am having...again. Rape...murder...bodies, Steve, her, me, insane. What did I do?...what did I do?...wet I'm wet. Sleep. I have to sleep. That's it you bet. I bolt up. She's in bed with me. She's with me. A nightmare. I was having...it was all make believe. These nightmares have to stop...these bad dreams. Go back to sleep. Yes. In the hall, what are those screams? 03/10/2014

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Seren Roberts

Date: 10/10/2014 6:38:00 PM

How did I miss this before, well done to you both, hope there is a follow up, to explain away the screams.....great ....Seren

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 10/4/2014 6:09:00 AM

A great poem, a great story, a greater mystery that remains unsolved! Thank you my friend, Maurice!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/3/2014 9:01:00 PM

oh man, you left us hanging at the end there. NO FAIR. So what WAS in the hallway??? Inquiring minds want to know!!! This was an engrossing and entertaining rhymed narrative!

Casarah Nance

Date: 10/3/2014 4:52:00 PM

I couldn't remember if I rated it or not, so here I am again, and I posted a poem that was inspired by yours for jan, you got me twisted tonight hugs. :)

Jan Allison
Date: 10/3/2014 7:28:00 PM

He got YOU twisted... how do you think I feel Cas LOl hugs Jan/Stan xx

Casarah Nance

Date: 10/3/2014 4:27:00 PM

WOW, This kept my attention from start to finish and I usually have a short attention span. This is a 7 baby I loved the story!! You are good :)

Brenda Meier-Hans

Date: 10/3/2014 4:06:00 PM

Great poem Maurice, you had me captivated from the very beginning.

Tim Smith

Date: 10/3/2014 3:55:00 PM

This is awesome my friend...now I know...I forgive you :)

Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/3/2014 3:59:00 PM

That takes a load off of my mind.

Jan Allison

Date: 10/3/2014 3:29:00 PM

Oh Maurice i am so flattered you wrote a poem with my name in the title and I love the twists and turns in the poem and the great ending - wonder how many guys actually would make a move on their best friends girl. Its a 7 and faves from me thank you for making my day:-) hugs hugs jan xxx

Jan Allison
Date: 10/3/2014 4:05:00 PM

I have just read the lyrics to Jesse's Girl - you really have captured it perfectly in this poem. Wish i could make it a favourite for a second time:-) hugs jan xxx

Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/3/2014 3:58:00 PM

You have already learned in eight months what it takes some a lifetime.

Jan Allison
Date: 10/3/2014 3:45:00 PM

Aww Maurice you flatter me so much my friend thank you - Its exactly 8 months since I joined and i can't believe the roller coaster of a journey I have been on and I am blessed you are part of it:-) hugs Jan xxx

Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/3/2014 3:35:00 PM

You are the Queen of twists and turns. I love it when your twist catches me off guard. You are so good at it. Plus you write great poems and the twist is just the icing.