Musical Chairs
This one time
I had a couple of
friends in Walsall.
Richard, I'd known for
years
--shared a flat with
him, once--
and his wife, Debbie,
who used to be
the girlfriend of a
mutual friend
but moved around the
table.
He worked early
mornings, his nights
ending around ten and
she and I used to go
around the local pubs
drinking, playing pool.
She started seeing this
Australian guy
and, with loyalties to
both, held me to secrecy.
Foolish, in the end,
for when she left
Richard thought I'd
shagged her queer
and we never spoke
again.
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