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the audition/happy father’s day

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“Hello,” she said,

“I think you’re a tad early,”

“But that’s okay, they said it might happen this way.”

Man #1 straightened his tie (it was black) and pushed his spectacles up his nose.

Startlingly,

it was just like hers.

He didn’t really need to try out for the part.

It seemed like he was born for the role,

and she, born for hers.

“I think we play our parts mighty well,” he said.

“I think so too, I’m glad we met.”

And then she smiled her secret smile.

“I don’t understand why you have to leave,”

“Did we not suit our roles so well?”

She bit her lip, she would not cry,

as he left and did not even wave goodbye.

Rather matter-of-factly, the ad said:

“Audition tomorrow,”

(like it was nothing at all.)

Man #2 had no tie,

no nose that was just like hers,

no glasses.

“He’ll do,” she thought,

“All it needs is some time.”

But she was young enough to believe,

and old enough to doubt.

And to know when it was time

for him to leave.

Man #3 came, even when there was no ad.

Even when she said,

“I’m sorry Man #3, I’m really not looking for anyone to play this role.”

But he stayed anyway.

They played their parts rather well enough,

(from the outside, at least.)

And when it came to the day he decided to go,

They parted in silence.

“I think it’s time to hang up my boots,”

“I can’t seem to find the right Man.”

She was not sad,

nor disappointed.

She knew that was just the way it was.

Not fault of hers, or his, or his,

Perhaps it was meant to be

a monologue.

“That’s life,” she thought.

She would not let

sad thoughts come and haunt her.

She raised her chin,

looked towards the door,

Behold, it was Man #4.

Photo via weheartit

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Written by Nabilah

June 21, 2010 at 11:20 pm

10 Responses

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  1. i don’t comment all that often, because english is not my first language (i’m a toucan), but that was beautiful.

    toucansam

    June 21, 2010 at 11:53 pm

  2. Thank you toucansam πŸ™‚

    Nabilah

    June 21, 2010 at 11:55 pm

  3. This is kinda sad but happy at the same time. I don’t really know how to describe the feeling I get when I read this. But it’s really lovely! (:

    fuzzygreenlights

    June 22, 2010 at 12:09 am

  4. Thank you dear! My attempt to express certain feelings that I have – glad you appreciated it! (:

    Nabilah

    June 22, 2010 at 12:20 am

  5. i love this. YOU are lovely ❀

    youknee

    June 22, 2010 at 12:27 am

  6. thank you uni! you are lovely too! πŸ™‚

    Nabilah

    June 22, 2010 at 12:07 pm

  7. nab, is man #4, man July the 4th? There is a quietly haunting and poignant feel to this piece. too lovely.

    and i love you too! *group hug* heh. πŸ™‚

    Pi

    June 23, 2010 at 9:47 pm

  8. Indeed it is! Thank you! *Group hugs are the best kind!*

    Nabilah

    June 24, 2010 at 12:46 am

  9. @Pi just realised that it might be poignant to you because you know most of the Men.

    Nabilah

    June 24, 2010 at 12:47 am

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