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The Interrogation
Some well seasoned bar veteran sat down next to me an one day after observing me at the bar lately. He abruptly shifted all focus to me and simply asked me, “what makes you happy? Why are you the way you’ve been these last few month. Why do You come here and just sit silently. Like seen something unforgettable and clearly some unforgivable?” I answered initially with this feeling I cant seem to replicate any way. This feeling I never knew how to describe or even could find words for. As I told this old head at the the bar packed with music blasting in the distance, that hopefully drowned out the sorrow in my voice. He hung on to every syllable that followed as I spoke with at first the biggest lies I ever told to hide my now mended heart. Mended poorly with just a small improvised bandage like the ones worn by soldiers made of cotton and loosely tied up. Yet he persisted in his interrogation. Finally giving into to his brutal questions no one asked me before. If not for those aforementioned question, I snapped into a serious a tone. Ive tried to hard replicate such a vocal tone since and have failed. The moments that followed I answered as honest I could after the lies betrayed me for so long before. Trust me, I tried to dodge such interrogations with everything I possibly could’ve come up. Simply I caved and let my heart. Opening this door to a man who now knew I hid behind more layers the most, Something about this old marines interrogation, broke through to a man than rarely gave in like this. To me, Ill never forget what I said “Ill never have it again” was the first words out of my mouth. Even as I write my heart out, trying to replicate the story of an interrogation of the deepest kind of emotion that couldn’t have ran deeper It unfolded before my eyes that night. All I remember was talking about a night, spent cuddle on a couch and I saw things. Crazy enough, I saw my future ten year from now, twenty from now. I saw it all in her eyes. I described in such detail from where I sat. I saw things in her eyes, Ill most likely never see again. I remember what we watched, the music that played, the feeling I felt and most importantly the future I saw. Ill never see that future again and thats what tore me apart the deepest. I saw this future, and a most importantly I saw home and a person I wished stayed. As a tear rolled down from this man eye, all he could do is buy me a shot and shake my hand and said “well put”. What i said under my breath, i simply went “I wish somebody would just stay a while longer.” For I am so tired of starting over and over and with new faces with the same eyes.
By Jordan A. Burgh4 years ago in Poets
One Last Job
Pitch black. That was the night I met Jimmy Brighton, a six-five-two-ninety hulk, who had just been released from prison. Leaning against a light post smoking a cigarette, he looked up as I approached. “You’re late,” he said and stamped out his cigarette. “C’mon. We have work to do.”
By Mike Johnson4 years ago in Poets
