Midnight and a Forty-Five

[couchgrouch]

Midnight and a Forty-FiveHe remembers how they meltedas one for their wedding songbut what should've been forevernow feels like a long time goneso it's one more jug of Colt nowas the witching hour arrivesdarkness closes in, as the bedroom spinsit's midnight and a forty-fivehe kneels down and tremblesweary of whispers and prayershe'd know for sure she hears himif he could just join her therehe's lost his love for livingwithout the love of his lifehe puts the bullets in, and as the chamber spinsit's midnight and a forty-fivebut somehow the spirit of their songleads his heart back where it belongshe takes out his old turntablethen reaches for his wifeand she dances with him, as the record spinsit's midnight and a forty-five(c)2004 Robert George