She was beautiful in a floozy sort of way, too much
lack in her hair and dramatic make up.
When I was young and before I married, I used to
visit her when the need was there.
Well, I got married and was happy for some time,
but my wife left me and we divorced.
I visited the old tart again as she had been accommodating,
but her lifestyle had taken its bitter toll.
She was glad to see me, but when she undressed, her
body had cigarette burns that spoke for itself.
I put her dress on; she had a defaulting breathing yet
lit a cigarette…I called for an ambulance.
She died in the night, of emphysema and I thought
why didn’t I love her instead of my ex-wife?