Wait,
dear Look out
White horses walking down my street here
Your words are
creeping at my feet
I fear
The sunrise will come too soon
And
you'll disappear
To the haze of the city and yourself
Oh
yeah
They're coming after us with big
guns
They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've
done
Even if the words they say aren't true,
They've
won
Now I'm left here dying in the sun
She kept her head down, praying that she could sneak in, pay her respects, and avoided the boy who she had seen less then a week ago.
She wore a simple black dress, with a white sweater over it. The funeral home was cold and lifeless, but what do you expect? It's where you go to pay respect to one who has passed on.
Bess Marvin crept quietly across the floor of the funeral home, she saw her mother off to the right, her Aunt and Uncle to her left, and various other people she knew. The walked up to the coffin, closed of course, and smiled.
"Well, Georgie, I
guess this is goodbye."
She knew it was stupid to be talking go
a closed casket, she knew there was other times where she could do
this, but it didn't matter.
She wanted to do this now, and goddamn she was going to do it.
Bess sat down on the steps in front of the casket, nobody noticed, they were all off in their own little worlds.
"Funny how it went down, remember when we would always joke that Nance was gonna get us killed someday with one of her mysteries? And to think, you died in a car crash, in some deserted neighborhood, well past midnight."
Bess wiped a tear away from her eye, and kept on pouring her heart out.
"I want you to know… that I have no hard feelings. I understand why you did what you did. You were drunk, confused, and Joe was as willing as you were."
Bess pulled her legs to her chest, not caring that her dress was riding up.
"I want you to know that I…forgive you. If I could, I would change nothing, though. What could I change? What could I do? Keep Joe from going out with his co-workers that night? Nothing. I can't say everything is happy ever after…but…your forgiven."
Bess sighed and got to her feet. She was so close to the door, when she was stopped.
Late nights
Woahhhhh…
Seems
like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming
home
Seems like I'm always on my own
All the stars and
boulevards aren't close enough to you
Won't
do me justice
'cause when I drink I
Just get so damn
depressed and it's
it's not like I ain't trying to get over
you
it's just hard to look at all the seasons pass me over
too
and I said
"Hey."
The Hey was soft, kind, but on this date and time, it cut through Bess Marvin with pain and suffering.
"Hey yourself."
Bess said softly as she turned around. There stood Joe Hardy, a man, who less then a week ago she had dismissed from in apartment in a fit of tears.
She couldn't look him in the eye if she tried.
Joe was dressed nicely, in common funeral ware. So was she.
Oh god…I can't yell at him at a funeral…at least if I cry it will be considered normal…
She thought to herself and she stared at her feet as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world.
"So….this is awkward."
She couldn't help but smile. Even though she was at a funeral, even through she stood before the man who had once destroyed her life, even though he was the father of her fatherless child, Joe Hardy still made her smile.
"Yes. That it is."
Joe then dug his hands into his pockets and sighed.
"I guess…I just want to say…I guess…"
Bess Marvin had never seen Joe Hardy at a loss for words. He was silently snapping his fingers, his blue eyes were looking wildly around the room, she was sure she could hear his heart beating.
Not that she was listening, or anything.
One last
Woahhhhh…
Seems
like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming
home
Seems like I'm always on my
All the stars and boulevards
aren't close enough to you
Phone call from
you
It wouldn't hurt much
Just like to hear your voice
And
pretend to touch
Any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read
it all
I sung my life away
And I said
She kept her head down, praying that she could sneak in, pay her respects, and avoided the boy who she had seen less then a week ago.
She wore a simple black dress, with a white sweater over it. The funeral home was cold and lifeless, but what do you expect? It's where you go to pay respect to one who has passed on.
"Look, let's just let things go back to the way they were. No harm done, nothing gained nothing lost."
Bess nodded, not yet sure if she was happy with his pained words. Words that were lies.
Because something was lost.
"Yes, I think that would be best.
Joe then took her chin in his hand, a gesture so simply that it shouldn't have shot sparks through them both, as if to remind them of what they had once had.
"Goodbye Bess
Marvin." Woahhhhh… Woahhhhh… (all the stars & boulevards
aren't close enough to you)
Seems like
I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems
like I'm always
Seem like I'm all eyes on that
home (all the stars and boulevards aren't close enough to you)
Seem
like I'm never coming home
Seem like I'm all eyes on that
He then dropped her chin, and Bess was thankful that he turned and left, so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes.
"Goodbye Joe Hardy."
Bess whispered to air as she let the tears flow.
But, while one relationship was being destroyed, another was being made, while one was being straightened.
What, you didn't think the whole story would be about Bess and Joe, did you?
Song: Stars and Boulevards, Augustana