"She Was Old" by bsp

She was old, lonely and smelled like sour wine~ Her hair was tied up in an elegant fashion~a cigarette with long ashes hung from her lips~We talked about the news, weather and other such things~ she paused only to drink from a plastic cup in tiny sips~On the wall in a large framed photo a beautiful young woman was stepping from a limo~The resemblance was clear though time and tragedy and a river of booze had made their toll~Her one-room apartment was cluttered but clean~She put on some coffee and poured tiny pretzels in a bowl~ I hung the small painting of a village she liked at the art show and we talked about the colors and the light~She got her check book from a drawer~ I put my hand over hers before she could write~Wait a while I said~See if you like it and I'll back another day~That was many years ago in Pennsylvania~ I never returned~She was fragile, injured and oh so beautiful in her way....bsp


“goodbye gilda”.....bsp

...a horn sounded in the quiet evening..i stepped into the open doorway and motioned the cabby to wait....as we hugged she whispered in my ear..”goodbye...take care...and think of me once in a while”...the horn blew again...

I picked up my bag and stepped outside into the cold night air...i turned to see her standing on the steps....the street lights reflected in her eyes...and snow flurries decorated her hair...

I walked back to embrace one more time...a tear fell from her long lashes...her body was warm in the december air.....”the hell with it” i'm not going...i'll give the cabby a tip and come right back”....

her big brown eyes glistened in the winter night...and she said..”you better go...i'm expecting someone”..........bsp