The 30's
Pearls, diamonds, red lipstick,
curled hair tucked into a barrette,
short and bouncy full of life.
Flappers stand outside the room,
holding cigarettes up to their lips.
A man is inside clicking away on his typewriter.
A gold earring is lying on his desk from the night before,
he holds it up and tosses it backwards.
An expired plane ticket lies on his desk.
She never showed up,
he stood there all alone.
He wonders why he is typing her a letter.
Loneliness consumes his ache for his love.
A flapper walks in,
takes off his hat and sets it aside.
Will he give in once again?
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