Her Name Is Jan
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Rick Springfield's Jesse's Girl was playing on the radio,
we were all partying guys and girls out on my patio.
I prayed no one or you would catch me looking your way,
noticing what I was doing for the better part of the day.
The music?, just irony, go ahead give it a whirl,
here I am awestruck by you my best friends girl
I just know this is so wrong all the thoughts I have about you.
You always look like you smell like soap taste like morning dew.
You always look like you just came out of the dryer.
I really have to ignore this urge or end up in the fryer.
There's a girl just to my left I know it's me she's talking to.
She might as well be talking to the wall all I can see is you.
It's my party, my house but I grab my jacket and leave.
Suddenly I hear someone running behind me, it's Steve
" You ok guy, you're white as a sheet, are you ill?"
he says, worry on his face. I reply "I'm fine, chill."
"Good. Mind if I join you?" he counters and he's all in.
Guilty is my middle name but I don't tell him of my sin.
"I've been staring at your girlfriend all night" I think!
"Is that what I should tell him?" I am on the brink.
I change my mind and I decide not to tell him anything.
We walk for a while before he shows me a wedding ring.
He explains he is ready to take the leap.
I listen quietly I don't make a peep.
What is wrong with me? This is my childhood friend,
I might as well be Judas look at me...as if I wish his end.
He is Caesar and I am Brutus with a knife in my hand.
How did I get here what am I thinking this was unplanned.
I congratulate him, his hug says it all.
He suspects nothing, nothing at all.
I know I will be selling my eternal soul
when we finish, at the end of this stroll.
I haven't told you the other side until now,
she looks at me too. She can't take this vow.
I know I will lose a lifelong relationship.
I don't care. I'm going for it. Let it rip
I 'm going to move in on her this very night
or in the morning in the bright of the light,
share my feelings. I am sure she feels the same way too
I am sure she will, if she didn't I wouldn't know what to do.
Steve must of left, but when? He was just with me.
Two men lead me to a room. Lock the door for me.
Everyone must of left. I hear screams in the hall.
I think they injected something in me, the gall.
The dream the dream I am having...again.
Rape...murder...bodies, Steve, her, me, insane.
What did I do?...what did I do?...wet I'm wet.
Sleep. I have to sleep. That's it you bet.
I bolt up. She's in bed with me. She's with me.
A nightmare. I was having...it was all make believe.
These nightmares have to stop...these bad dreams.
Go back to sleep. Yes. In the hall, what are those screams?
03/10/2014
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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