NO MORE OF THAT. (STRONG LANGUAGE)

[dadio]

The best is yet to come, he’d said. But you
Think that’s down the drain now after last night.
Yet it started all right, him in a good
Mood, the bottle of wine, the food prepared,

The music low, the right week, the two kids
Away. You’d even put on the new dress
he’d bought, bright red, but a little short, but
He didn’t mind, he said it made you look

Sexier and more desirable. You
Never brought up your husband’s demise last
Year, you mentioned it on the first date, he
Just said, too bad, nothing more. You’d put your

Late husband’s photo in the drawer out of
Sight. After the wine and meal and warm shared
Conversation on the sofa and hot
Kisses and holds, you both transferred to the

Bedroom and quickly undressed and made love.
Or rather you didn’t, at least not how
You thought of it before, he treated you
Like some downtown whore, even beat you up

Once or twice or more leaving you bloody,
Soaked and fucked. The best is yet to come, he’d
Said the first time you met and he normal
And kind and quite the regular guy. That

Was before last night and the awful sex,
The split lip and black eye. You stare out of
The window at the rising day and the
Sunlight and think of better days before

Last night and the fall from grace. No more of
That, no more of him, no more of that shit.
You won’t see him anymore, the dumb ass
You don’t care for him no more, not one bit.

[snowman]

no more sad tale

[dadio]

thank you, Dave.