The weekend had arrived once again. As a couple they just needed to tell the world goodbye and headed down south. Saturday morning arrived and it was time to back the hitch up into the water, untie all the cable and rope. Step until the AstroTurf get a coozie lets go kind of day. They accepted it would be a fine day.
Arriving back to shore and loading up there was an uneasy feeling hoovering over, she instinctively knew something wasn’t quite right. In the room he was quiet, almost a distant quiet and dozing in his chair. THAT evening he caught a chill. A chill that even the blankets would not be able to assist with solving.
Sunday morning they headed on the road again towards home, the distant quiet and uneasy feeling following right along. Tuesday came and they were on the road again, this time going places they’ve never been. Seeing things they’ve never seen and this continued for her for seven days straight.
Seven days not a soul knew of her travels or that she was thinking it’s hard to be a woman giving all your love to just one man. You’ll have good times and he’ll have bad times but you stand by your man.
She would return home each evening thinking HELLO Walls,how’d things go for you today? Don’t you miss him? Since he UP and slipped away. After dinner and nightly routine she would be accepting the feeling of HELLO Darkness my old friend. I’ve come to talk to you again. As she drifted in and out of sleep through each LONG night.