Jimmy lays on the pavement
In the midday midyear sun.
Francine bawls beyond compare
Because her husband jumped the gun.
Just two people on the same street;
Fell hard, but landed on their feet
And in the eyes of the hidden stars,
A story's met its end.
June 1st of the leap year,
The clouds were purple-grey.
Holding breath in anticipation,
But the sky forbid to rain.
And all the while
With her charming smile,
Francine walked down the aisle.
But a rose exhaled two forbidden words
And outside, the skies wept.
Weeks go by, and she sits at the parlor
Changing her identity with her hair.
Her once joyful, loving eyes
Have dulled into a droning stare.
And even if
She could change her fate,
Her guilt would drag her back.
She's done with that hollow man,
But restrains from taking a true stand.
At dusk's peak,
While her husband's asleep,
She takes her money and flees,
And with a breath,
Curses his name
Without ever looking back.
Francine, so lovely, yet tainted by fear,
Aged far beyond her years,
Working long hours, spending earnings on beer,
Until she saw her knight.
Saturday nights, wasting away
At the neighborhood pub,
Francine finally breaks down and cries
Because she's had enough.
"What happened to my happy ending?
Why was I wisked away
By a monster of a man who only found joy
Putting bruises down my face?!"
Appalled by this woman's outburst,
Our hero came in to play.
His name was Jimmy and his heart ached
For this poor lady in dismay.
Comforting and consoling her,
His pulse increased with time
And everything about her
Set him on fire.
Francine poored out her story
Of desolation and champagne,
She told him all her scars,
She told him all her pain.
She lamented about her current state
And the pit she has within.
Jimmy raised her from the dark,
And that night, she moved in.
Francine, oh Francine,
How the light came back into your eyes,
Healing all the wounds
And rejuvenating your life.
Rehab comes in many forms,
Francine soon learned.
In loving, laughter, and all the sweet sounds
She had ever heard.
And never again
Did she dump her change
To dilute her misery.
For with Jimmy, she finally fell in love
Pure as snow, yet warm as sun;
Never did she feel so alive
In each second of her life.
Summer blossomed like a lotus,
With such abundant beauty and color.
And like a flower, they were blooming
As their marriage date drew near.
Each passing hour was a new melody
And each passing car was a memory;
Hand in hand, down the sidewalk they strolled
Fantasizing of growing old.
Jim, what a wonderful being you are,
Trapped between earth and heaven;
Such an ethereal beauty,
But lacking lucky sevens.
And with a popping boom,
He gasped his last.
His pulse stopped and smile fell
As he dropped to the curb.
Francine screeched in horror
And waterfalls pounded down from her eyes.
Rocks weighed her down,
Her face burned inside and out.
Heaving with rage and agony,
She stared into his lifeless eyes.
Yet no one came to save her;
They had stolen her prince.
Francine knew her assailant,
Destroying her only joy,
Swinging the dagger full circle.
And as the sun faded out,
And the clouds began to close,
Once more
Did it downpour.
The constellations wept for them
And the moon buried its head.
Why must she always
Be the one who loses,
Whisked off her feet,
With a future so bleak,
Back to the land of inevitable bruises?
