A.G.E's Joint

There she was. Again. But it couldn't be.  I went to the funeral.  I personally kissed her cold lips in the funeral home after signing the Cremation papers.  Told her good bye and wished her peace after her long struggle. And I walked out. wondering where I was going to do. All there has been for five years is emptiness, existing on vodka and smack. Sun isn't bright. Night isn't dark.  Been with a few women and  a couple of men since.  None of the relationships were right.  Just cold comfort and self inflicted pain to erase the memory, marking my time and until time to face the cremation pyre.  But here she is in the mirror. Smiling?  For what?  I can't reach through the glass. When she first came, I thought I must have had something slipped into my drink.  I wanted to run, but I found myself transfixed by the hazel eyes and curly hair.  Must be something in the Horse doing it.  Maybe I should stop chasing her....

"Hey, Jerry.  I really appreciate this." Mike said as they pulled up to the bungalow.  "I really don't know what got into Jane.  It was something had possessed her." "No problem." Jerry said. "I was wondering when she was going to blow.  You know I saw her with that black guy at the end of the block." "Yeah.  That why I really didn't feel bad when all that happened with Susan.  I was prepared to pack up and go, but not to have a knife thrown at.me. "I think I would have called the cops." "Nah, It wasn't worth it." Mike laughed as he shut the car door, "Susan more than made it up." They came up the sidewalk, Jerry stopped to pet Hal, the long haired cat as he wound his way around his legs.   Mike rang the door bell and then stepped back.  He really wondered if it was really worth it to get the few things that were left. The last image he had was Jane's round, scarlet face surrounded by t...