For Day 23 the prompt is diamonds and gold.
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Diamond rings and old barstools,
Your heart sings a golden song of shimmering hope.
Diamond sharp memories, clenching pain within your heart gone dark;
Brilliant luminescence shine on her figure —
But, what place have gold or diamonds in an ancient country bar?
Tarnished wood soaked in beer, alcohol stained floor.
Jack Daniels spilt on each barstool; pungent tequila in the air.
A happy place on Friday for friends and colleagues, a dank place alone after work or last call — but, there’s always hope.
She despises one-night, a memory you’d forget in stupor — it’s a sadness that plagues you.
She doesn’t know how deep you’ve been burned;
Her heart thumps unhealed as you long;
Pungent smoke in the air, cigarette stench travels, you sit mesmerized by sable;
Knowing, she’s not made for you to keep.
She’s desires the ring one day, you’ll never promise it to a woman twice,
Your body distressed by other hair and other eyes, they broke you.
Now, sable hair falls against silky skin, a lotus tattoo;
Her moss eyes curious with question.
Your hands squeeze your glass, whatever beers on tap;
Matching the pain in her eyes; she’s not a one-time girl.
She can’t take back her hurt (or yours), though you want only that.
She can’t give you a night; you’ll never give her a ring,
At least you both know, where you stand on the floor.
So, for one last evening you’ll chat over beer,
A few highballs while the music streams loud.
You’ll two-step to her favorite songs, but both of you know: The night will end soon.
She’s a mesmerizing jewel, you were once a whole man too.
She wants you in her life, but her ambitions overwhelm you;
She’ll not chase after you tonight — it’s done.
No returning to unravel your life story, or to eat in daylight hours.
She’ll give up on you as many women have; but her you’ll remember.
You’ll both sing a few song favorites with the crowd,
You’ll do a shot or two, but mostly, you’ll regret —
Although, on this night you step and twirl with ease:
You’re not meant for long — only a moments breath.
You’ll never promise forever, she’ll never give in.
She’s a lost jewel peering at you, expectation in moss eyes.
She tucks a golden chain between your beer and your hand;
The night ends.
There’s too much space between you,
Her thumb brushes your dimple, with a kiss she turns away.
She’s a diamond you’re an old barstool — a sad reality you chose.
Some connections fizzle, don’t work as they should — her and you — no rings, forget bar stools.
You’ll catch a cab, then dream all night, fist clutching her glittering necklace.
Your sable dream, she disappears,
Another night passes, too many to count.
You recall how it was when your ex still loved you,
You ache, no diamonds or glittering jewels; they only cut and harm you,
No new diamonds for this barstool.
“Diamond Rings and Old Barstools” by Tim McGraw
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