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Who do you think you are?
I said it so many times to my old friend
too many times
until I said it loudly one last time
and that was the end
I had enough- and banged down the phone
outside the birds were singing so sweetly
and the wind was blowing like violins
as I sat pondering . . .
Some may call me meek but I think I am calm
I take a lot before blowing up
and with this un-friend I took her attitude for years
fifteen to be exact . . .
I recall the times she was horrible to me (so many)
like the time we had a yard sale
and she broke a nail
what a lot of of shouting and cursing
and I made the mistake of laughing out loud
(well, honestly it was funny)
she turned on me like a wild cat in heat . . .
Another time, I helped her to move
(gosh she had a lot of stuff)
she had booked some movers but they never showed
so, I called guys I knew with a truck
and we moved her- it took all day . . .
I stayed to help her unpack
after seeing all the collectibles she was putting out
I said- you don't have to put them all out at one time
(had heard that on a design show once)
well, I thought she was going to go through the roof
with the steam coming out her ears
so I left . . . hungry and took the bus home . . .
I had been working nights, when she asked me
to go to a movie- I kept slipping down in my seat
and I think I snorted a few times
after, she said, how did you like the movie ?
and I replied, worst movie I ever saw
she left me standing in the parking lot bewildered
I walked home through the dark park
under the twinkling stars . . .
then, there was the classical concert where I truly
did fall asleep . . . oops
But, there were lots of times
leading up to the last day where I would break the silence
and call (we would never, ever mention the incident)
But, this particular day
I had gone out with lady in my building for cafe
SHE- had called and called and left messages
I really had intended to call back
but forgot . . .
Well, she called me again, hello I said, so sweetly
I had to hold the phone away from my ear
for the cursing and shouting that was happening
where to "H" were you she roared !
I listened (calmly) grinding my teeth
then- said loudly, fine, whatever and
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? slamming the phone
that was the end . . . of our un-friendship
it felt good to be free of her negativity . . .
Yet, there was a sadness too!
for there were some great times along the way
but the price to my dignity
was just too high . . . in the end
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August 26, 2018
Poetry/Narrative/Fine, whatever
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1054-960-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Who Do You Think You Are
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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