Bernard Barclay Poet Narrative

Let Her Go

The room was choked full of smoke 
you could see the ashtray 
overflowing with buts
some held a shade of lipstick

I knew the brand my wife's
others were plain 
my shallow nerves 
couldn't take the strain

A typewritter sat 
over on the table
one of her ear rings 
lay on the floor

A discarded airline ticket 
lay on top of the couch
it wasn't hard to work out
She was leaving me

Such is life 
there plenty more fish
and this was chicargo 
the roaring forty's 

life goes on 
I'd party get drunk and hurt
but I'd get over it
life had not been good

We'd been fighting for weeks
sometimes people just arn't 
meant to be together 
sometimes you just have to let go

It hurt my mind would not stop racing
thinking what have I done
what could I do better
but what's the point

yes I could storm into the room
make a scene 
attempt the smack him over
but what's the point

If she loved me 
it wouldn't happen 
and if it did
then the problem was her's and mine

Just let her go
somewhere there was another
someone waiting 
that wouldn't play the game's

I could try and take the kid's
but what's the point
she's a good mum
sometime it's better 

to take all the blame
walk away
better to leave the child
at peace with one parent

Than at war with both
revenge that's what she's doing
what's the point 
where does it end

around and around 
in circles of endless pain
walk away that's what I'll do
my time to live my time to laugh

Maybe not the truth is it hurts
I hurt but I'll heal
life goes on and I can take the pain
tomorrow still hold's new dreams.

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