Rialto - Monday Morning 5. 19
At eight o’clock we said goodbye, that’s when I left her house for mine. she said that she’d be staying in - well she had to be at work by nine. so I get home and have a bath, and let an hour or
Pass; drifting in front of my tv, when a film comes on that she wants to see.
It’s monday morning 5:19, and I’m still wondering where she’s been, ’cos every time I try to call I just get her machine. and now it’s almost six am, and I don’t want to try again, ’cos if she’s
L not back then this must be the end.
.at first I guess she’s gone to get herself a pack of cigarettes, a pint of milk, food for the cat, but it’s midnight now and she’s still not back.
It’s monday morning 5:19, and I’m still wondering where she’s been, ’cos every time I try to call I just get her machine. and now it’s almost six am, and I don’t want to try again, ’cos if she’s
L not back then heaven knows, what then, is this the end?
At half past two I picture her in the back of someone else’s car - he runs his fingers through her hair... oh you shouldn’t let him touch you there!
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