Jude Kyrie Poet Narrative

A Town Called Oblvion

A Town Called Oblivion


When she threw me out
it was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank.
My job was lost.
But not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was dirty unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure
Just like I remembered her.
She whispered quietly
"I always loved you."
"I still do."
I felt so dirty and ashamed
I needed a shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
softly with her finger tips
like she used 
to touch my skin
when we made love 
in our clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
She said softly 
You know 
I lost our son as well.
I turned away
so she could not see
the tears in my eyes.
And I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion

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