Something about her, maybe it was her hair, maybe it was the shape Of her face
It may have even been just the way that dress fit her body on that Particular day
Sparked a strong desire
From that day forward she was all you wanted, all you could think About
You didn't know anything about her
You had no idea if she was straight, what music she liked or whose lies She believed in political debates
You just had to have her, that's all you knew
So you finally chanced into an opportunity to arrange a date
It all went fairly smooth
She was into men, she liked good music, or at least the music you Considered good
She seemed to be into you, too
Days spent together turned into weeks which somehow became Months
It became evident to everyone you were a couple
The day came when you had the conversation about how ridiculous Was it that you both paid rent on apartments
A lease was signed and you bought a sofa and a table
One day the guys at work wanted to get a few beers
You called and left a message you'd be home late
She was up and angry when you came in at half past eleven
Fortunately you insisted on buying the overstuffed sofa
Took two days before all was forgiven and back on track
There was still something about her
You bought flowers and that wine she loved (you hated)
Following week she insisted you take a day off to help her Mother Move
You needed the hours, she said you were just being selfish
Her Mother bought you a half rack when you finished hauling boxes (three flights of stairs)
Late one Saturday she called to say she'd be going for drinks with her Sister and some friends
At four in the morning she came stumbling in
You ignored her condition and just got her undressed and into bed
She was late for work Sunday and was mad at you for not getting her Up
Three months after moving in you couldn't remember the last time She wore anything but sweats
You stared at your belly and wondered if it was any worse than hers
One of the rare days you shared off you went shopping together
For nice clothes to wear to a friend's wedding
She was three dress sizes bigger, your pants at least two
(when you sucked in your gut)
The day ended with dinner at a bar with burgers and fries for you both
Home from the reception you striped off the new clothes that were Suddenly too tight
You had sex for the first time in 47 days and nights
There was still something about her but it definitely wasn't the way Her body fit into dresses
Two months passed by, you saw each other in the mornings kissed Each other good night
Then the day she called you at work to tell you she's late
Four days you fretted and wondered what the hell
Day five she called you to tell you she got her period
Involuntarily you sighed in relief and she slammed the phone down
You got home from work the apartment had an empty feel
Note on the table told you she's at her sister's
Needs a few days to think about the relationship
You walked to the bedroom, looked at a picture
Taken of you both when you spent that weekend at the beach
You didn't recognize her in the picture, nor yourself
That was a happy, smiling couple in love with each other
And the world
Sitting on the edge of the bed you took off your shoes
Minutes later you put them back on
You called your brother in Tracy and told him you needed to stay Awhile
Tossed all your clothes into garbage bags, loaded up
What you thought was yours into the truck
Drove north and listened to the same song for hours
Called the job with your brother's address for your last check
There was nothing about her that you desired
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