When she opened the trunk
And saw that necklace laying on top
She remembered
the last time she had been in this room
She’d pick it up
placed it around her neck
And danced across the attic floor
But then she stopped
In a fit of anger
Remembering everything
he had done
Throwing the necklace to the ground
Crying her eyes out
For what she thought was the last time
But no matter how angry
She really was
Her loving memories outweighed her hate
And the memory of their date that night
Clouded her thoughts
Picking up the necklace
She went downstairs
If she had only known
While she was putting on her old dress
He was buying a new one
While she put on some lipstick
They were flying down the highway
When she stayed up all night
Till the candles burned out
Thinking of there first date
And how many “I love you’s’’ he had said
They were staying up all night
In a road-side motel
Going on their tenth date
And that night he said one more “I love you”
Than he had ever said to his wife
50 years later she closed the trunk
Leaving that room for the last time
An 83 year old woman died that night
Holding the picture of her husband
Looking into the eyes of her daughter
She asked
“Did he come home tonight?”
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