I told her


“I told her,”

He said,

Sipping his drink

At the bar,

“that it could only

End in pain

For me.”

He sighed,

Sipped again,

And said,

“I told her

It would be

Worth it

Even if it did.”

And then

With the biggest

Sigh of all, he said,

“And it was.”

Then swallowing

The rest of his drink

In a single gulp

He rose,

Dropped down a tip

For the bartender,

And said,

“I told her

I wouldn’t get

In her way

The next time,

And I won’t.”




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