An Old Record

Like an old forty five

I thought you'd always be by my side

With every spin of the turntable

You said you were ready, willing and able

But now our song is no longer on the countdown

Our divorce is final and you moved out of town

Rumors circulated about

And I had my doubts

But you confirmed my suspicion

Perhaps it was woman's intuition

So filled with frustration

And without hesitation

I asked you to leave

Don't bother me please

So like records you may no longer be around

I can finally hear the music and it's such a lovely sound
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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March 30, 2017 at 12:43 PM
There is something so very sad about this (besides the obvious) but also so freeing and I love the analogy of the 45 and the fact that those records are no longer around. Happy that you can once again hear the music. Nicely done.
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