Your lady Alice and my lady Pearl. Two golden haired sisters in an adult world. Alice was a singer, my lady’s moods are churl. Two barely sisters in an adult world.
And then on one day, on a bright day, older sister Alice saw the clouds roll in from the west. She knew it had to be Pearl. She only sends a message when her heads all out of control.
It said “… The family, how are they? Stickys gone away and while he’s gone I know my heart will decay. He’s gunna hate me when he gets home, because our bed went cold but it ain’t anymore… I need to see him, but I need to be alone. Even on the pillows I can smell two types of cologne. I fought the demons inside me, but I couldn’t help but stray. If I could take back that day I would…”
How’d I know this, I hear you say. Well I was bedding Alice when she opened Pearl’s letter that day. I couldn’t say it didn’t shake me but I couldn’t let it show, my love for Alice was just as old. And just like that, I found the keys to my Ford. By the time I was through the door the rain was falling on the floor. I knew that smell, when the concrete gets wet. It always takes me home; the thought of Pearl and our little girl.
Written circa 2013