You've - got - to - be - joking.
Where were they?
Where were all these
beautiful,
charming,
underhanded women
who leapt out of the shadows
to snatch up
each and every
last
decent
man?
She'd had her eyes on
him
for nearly 3 weeks, now.
And somehow, at some point,
one of these
awful women
had swooped in
and snuck a ring onto his finger
when neither of them
had been looking.
It was terrible.
It happened
much too often
for it to continue
unimpeded.
These poor men -
youthful, attractive,
tied down
in their prime,
without even a chance
of knowing her.
It was a tragedy -
Shakespeare would have
bawled.
He continued
to never look at her,
not
even
once.
Brainwashed -
horrible.
Oh, the evil
of women
that befalls
these men!
And they were so blind,
so very blind
to their plight.
Her heart simply
ached.
He was her
Christ figure,
but she couldn't
even save him
from the she-devil's
cross
he was to bear.
Oh, lords -
how this lady doth weep!
His hand
upon his forehead;
the pain,
the regret,
he keeps it
to himself;
her heart breaks
silently.
The lechers
peer at her,
ignored.
Like a halo
light
drawing moths,
that ring
he wears.
Sigh -
theatrical sorrow,
but even the players
refuse to act
the lines
she has written,
elaborate
witty
discourse
of her mind.
He clasps
his hands
as if
in prayer.
Lo - and lowers
his eyes!
Joyless,
unfortunate,
dearest boy!
She lingers -
such sad fate!
She can hardly comprehend it.

But wait -
he's gone!
Gone!
Back to his cage,
no doubt.
She sobs
inwardly.
Too cruel.
She imagines
he dreams
of her,
never knowing
such an angel
does exist -
so near, even!
Oh, darling -
this is no
divine
justiceā€¦
He suffers so
much,
so often,
so completely,
without her.
She can see this
plainly -
O Romeo!
But - what's this?
Here he is again,
walking before her -
what happy moment!
What glorious day!
What -

She is stricken
suddenly
by a bus.
They said
she lived
as she died:
in pieces over him.

TMK 8aug2007