Let It Be

The rumours were persistent; the split was on the cards sad news to music lovers, despair for lonely hearts. Fab Four disintegrated, a tragedy for some, but fame by then was certain, a legend to become. My mates and fans forever declared fidelity and threw a crazy party...they called it Let It Be! The sound reverberated; the place was dimly lit, the atmosphere inviting; each song a Beatles’ hit. We bumped into each other as we reached out for wine. We clicked...tacit agreement, which suited us just fine. I asked her name in passing, not wanting to intrude, She laughed and coyly told me, “Hey, babe, just call me Jude.” We merged with rhythmic music; unnoticed time went by. Our drinks were spiked, and goodness, that sent us really high! We danced till early morning, and that’s when I passed out I came to on a sofa to beat of Twist and Shout. Two drowsy days then followed, as well as restless nights; with blurry eyes all heavy, could not withstand the lights. I often think and wonder ‘bout Jude my stranger-friend who whispered with insistence: ‘I wanna hold your hand’. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Contest: Rock ‘n Roll Rhyme Fest Sponsor: Phillip Garcia © 8th September 2016