Summer Heartbreak
The solemn flow of my tears reminded me of the summer grandma passed
It was Summer of ’87, while in high school I worked at the community college daycare center, my heartbeat like a drum from my mourning
Grandma’s lasting light was gone, tormenting my shallow feelings to go dim in the distance
I forged ahead with the demanding jaws of life
With my bare hands, picking up the pieces, damn right, got up off my ass and went to work
The taste of Tennessee Whiskey filled my stomach with pain and despair yet made me happy again
Returning to a home of mystery under the California sun.
A new career came calling, stepping-stones of fear would hit me in the face
Uneasy I waited tables at small café, where the cook prepared a delightful Monte Cristo sandwich, the best in Beverly Hills
Graduating from college, I took a Customer Service job forsaking my writing degree after meeting a handsome guy, named Michael
Falling in love set the tone of another heartbreak, perpetuated by sexual pleasure most desired
Marrying Michael unfortunately not for long
Blaming Michael for my disenchantment
The chances I pushed away and didn’t take, destroyed my passion for succeeding in business as usual
As always planning ahead by saving my time and energy on being new and renewable
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