Cheap Perfume

Cheap Perfume Reflecting on his memories of a life in cheap hotels. Remembering lies both heard and told and remembering all the smells. Cheap cigars and cigarettes still linger in the room. Still each night he recalls a hookers cheap perfume. He thinks about the night they met and the love they couldn't make. How she left in the morning without the pay she couldn't take. Between them for that moment there was only truths she told him. Unlike many other men he asked her just to hold him. It was odd to say the least, there were tears that they both cried. He wonders now how life would be if only they had lied. Still living in that same hotel where he was the night he met her. Something deep inside his soul won't let his heart forget her. That connection once they shared in a dark and dreary room. When a hooker saved his life wearing cheap perfume. Something tells him she is gone and that she's not returning. But that don't stop the thinking or the longing or the yearning. On the dresser lies a newspaper dated eighteen months before. Someone found the body of someone they called a whore. The day he read the story something in him changed. Life became more empty as he watched life rearranged. He gave up the cheap cigars now he drinks whiskey in his water. As he thinks about the hooker and how she's somebody's daughter. She told him that she had two kids as she cried through her forced smile. The state had taken them away she hadn't seen them in a while. Left standing at the alter with twin heart beats inside her She had come so far from when her own father had denied her. Unwanted by mankind she said and cursed by God above. The night she held a stranger was the last drop of her love. One night she saved a strangers life though to most it goes unknown. Next morning when she left him she went out and took her own. He can't bear to think about it as he sits here in his room. That he'll never see her anymore or smell her cheap perfume. Edwin C Hofert