Crap Shoot
the groveler
I. finding out that the other party has in fact stopped the affection
finding out that the other party has found interest in another one of the over 7 billion humans living, breathing, conversating, courting, ****ing &
finding out that the other party has every bit of intention in steering down a road which will involved maximum humiliation, maximum heartache & maximum financial burden, as well as a whole withdrawal from all mutually inclusive social circles (as well as what might have been further developed had the candle continued to burn), the groveler comes back anyway, dragging the beating out, sleeping on the doorstep, crying on the phone &
wanting the one now dedicated to their destruction to take them back.
no one wants to talk to the groveler. no one wants to hang out with the groveler & all the groveler has left is the hollow advice offered by coworkers, bartenders & if they want to shell out the shillings, a shrink.
the inevitable demise
II. if there are lawyers involved, they rear their slithering serpentine heads & soon everything is out on the table,
scattered papers & the division of all properties (separated by post-it notes & highlighted passages) decorate the room whilst the happy party leaves early to rendezvous with the new main squeeze & the groveler weeps over a cup of stale coffee---
soon, the groveler will not only be completely alone, but they will be completely broke,
with the amount of years spent nurturing this train wreck behind them, however,
this amount of years will never be able to be retrieved & the lines of age, the graying of the hair, the receding hair, the stress inside, all on the verge of a quintuple bypass,
these things are left to remind the groveler of what happens when you step in a trap without thinking about the consequences.
the crossroads
III. habit has developed---
the new life of the groveler has been one of finding ways to fill the holes in a life left by another who has left (and we’ve all seen the movie & we all know the clichés), so attempts at finishing the destructive efforts may have been made by the groveler, be them through substance abuse, missing work, quitting work, beginning to commit criminal acts, etc.---whatever passes the time,
and though everyone who labored on the “you need to get on with your life” button is now gone,
the groveler stands at a crossroads, pondering these leftover voices vibrating inside their head.
c’est la vie
IV. shot dead coming out of a Wendy’s.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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