Her Decision

The dank city was quite
With an occasional
Horn or distant siren

Everything dripping damp
A heavy rain had just ceased
Washing away soot and grime

The sound of Salsa from somewhere
Fire escape music serenade
Echoes down the concrete canyon

As she sat watching and listening
Attention focused across the way
An Italian restaurant front view

A pair seated near a street side window
There was a woman that looked near her age
Her date, much older and slightly graying

She tried to guess at their conversation
As a cigarette burned between her nails
A single raindrop lands upon her head

After a short time, the couple leaves
She follows them, keeping her distance
Stopping, when they enter a hotel

Turning, she begins the long walk home
Pulling her jacket closed, zipping
Tears start to run from her tired eyes

She had suspected for some time
Her best friend and her own father
She thought of her naïve mother

Soon she reached her apartment
Fumbling for the key, shaking
Rush, slamming the bathroom door

Later, lying in bed
She made her decision
I shall never marry

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008