As the clock strikes twelve o’clock, the crows and I glance at the calendar. It strikes me that I am here and he is yonder! It’s the 12th of September 2012, now am uber-keen, I remember … The day he proposed, nature later then saw me and Leonard married, you know with no baggage … Instead the future opposed, am now divorced, with no voice. He was a leopard! I made him exclusive, but he couldn’t ditch his player life and he made that conclusive without a hitch.

Thoughts of John, my long gone high school sweetheart still consume me. Years gone, my heart still old skul someone, please exhume me! Normally, I wish to bury the regret I carry, I wish to bring to life a debate in the jury to contest that 3 year-long marriage anomaly so I can set free … I should have stuck with John, he was a con yes, but stuck on me, a super dude he was, not like blue tuck but like super glue.

He would write me love letters, poems even better. It took me this long to realize that I was that wrong, but then I left him, that long ago. To summarize, I have no more regrets, so I took the test, I went to Old Trafford road, I could afford to strut my prada that cold October whilst having been under the radar for the last 10 October’s! House no. 74. Quick mathematics 7- 4 is the 3 years … Lost in semantics …

Nway I knock and a woman opens the door, she looks nice and feisty. I ask for John and she says, “Oh, my husband is out with the kids … I fell to the floor … HE GOT MARRIED!?  I quickly get up, fix my dress, press. stop. rewind. erase. press. play. Say to myself, it’s all in my head … They said that still waters run deep, now I know even deep waters run dry …