The Prom Queen

As we walked out of the church after Fathead's wedding...we noticed that all four of the tires on both ofhis limos were as flat as pancakes! His entire security detail had been in the church, so nobody saw who had slashed the tires...

'What the hell? This is Mingus comin back at me...He is sooooo dead." screamed Fathead.

I didn't think this was Mingus, not his style and besides after the beatdown Chris and I had given him and his boy,Oatmeal...it was highly unlikely that they would double back and do something like this. Chris didn't believe it was Mingus either and he said so-

"Fathead...come here..let me holler at you....Listen...This aint Mingus...This here is some lady scorned stuff...now I won't call no names, but you and I know exactly who is behind this...and to be honest..can you blame her? You told her you were going to marry her and then you go and marry someone else..???Come on man..if it were me...I'd be a little heated too." said Chris, always the voice of reason.

"You probably right Chris...Well? What should I do?" asked Fathead.

"Take a cab....Take your new bride ,get in a cab and get out of dodge as soon as possible, give her time to deal with this." said Chris.

Fathead and his new bride caught a cab to the airport and a tow truck came to tow the two limos
away. Chris and I stood on the windswept corner...saying nothing..Finnally,I broke the silence..

"You think she did that?" I asked.

Chris looked at me as though i had asked him what one plus one meant and said-

"I know she did it...and you know it too Chess...I just hope she chills, but I know how she feels, Fathead been stringin her along for a minute now." said Chris.

I was surprised at Chris's sudden sensitivity and my lack of it...I felt a strange kind of rueful glee at Cherry being literally left at the alter by Fathead.

I went home with Rell and we put our son to bed. I sat up looking out the window...Rell studied me and she said-

'Chess,what's on your mind? You seem like something is eating at you?" she said.

"It is.....Something I gotta do...You don't have to wait up for me..I'll probably be back late...but I'll make it up to you...tomorrow I'll take you and the baby out to breakfast in the mall." I said.

"Breakfast at the mall? That's all I get?" she said.

"I'll be too tired for any sexin, when I come back." I said.

"Sex? I'm not talking about sex...I'm talking about something more than breakfast" she said..

"Okay, I'll take you shopping." I sighed...

"That's more like it....I'm kidding Chess..breakfast will be just fine" she said.

I grabbed her and kissed her...slowly fondling her breasts ....

"You keep this up and you won't get to where you're going..sure you want to go?" She said.

"Yeah..I gotta take care of this...See you later." I said.

I drove to Josie's....It was nearing closing time...88 had stopped playing and was packing up...There was a few patrons still milling around....I saw Cherry,sitting by herself at the end of the bar. She was downing gulps of Patron..

"Somehow I knew you'd show up." she said as I sat down next to her. Gus looked at me and I quietly said...

"Two Coffee's Gus...Cream and sugar in mine...and you like yours with one cream and two sugars
right?" I said.

"Chess, you remembered." she said...She managed a weak smile, then she turned and asked me-

"Chess, would you have left babymama for me if I had gotten that divorce?"

"Honestly...I would have. Truth be told...I was still sleeping with her the entire time you and I were seeing each other." I said.

"I know." she said.

"You know? You didn't know! " I said.

"Sure I did...You never pressed me for sex....so I knew that you were getting it from someone else."

"It could be that I was a gentlemen" I joked....

"Gentleman is not what I think of when I think of you Chess." she said. She took some photos out of her pocketbook. The photos were of her when she was about 13 years younger....They were taken at her prom in Oakland,California.

"I was the Prom Queen back then..can you believe it? I had guys falling at my feet...I was a cheerleader...and class valedictorian....I was going places..I was a winner. I haven't been a winner in a long time Chess." she sighed as she put the photos away.

'What happened Cherry?" I asked...

"My husband happened...I was a junior in college and I met him. He and his boys used to sell weed, dope and coke around our campus...They didn't go there but they hung around..they were
hip, older guys, cool....I was attracted to the cash he was spending on me and the flash. He was so
nice to me at first....Then he became mean and abusive and I got caught up in him and by the time I saw him for what and who he was..it was too late..I was married to him. I didn't finish college because of him....My middle class family turned their back on me because of him...He started beating on me shortly after we got married, then he beat a man to death, who he thought I was sleeping with."

"Well, were you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was...My husband was such an asshole...I needed someone to take my mind off of him.. After he killed that guy...I knew I couldn't stay with him any longer so I fled as far from Oakland as possible. I met you and I liked you for all of the same reasons, but I thought you were just like him. Guess I was wrong about you Chess...I got involved with Fathead..a bad man...That's all I ever meet is bad men Chess.." she said and began to cry again.

At that moment, I forgave her and all of my anger,all of my frustration completely left me..It was as if a demon had been cast out of me...I knew that I could move on.

"What am I going to do now Chess? Got no man, Got no job, Got no place to go..."

"You have a place to go....Here's a key to one of my apartments..You can stay there rent free until you find employment...Where is your stuff in storage?" I asked.

"Yes Chess....Why are you doing this for me? I stole your money and your car and left you stranded in Puerto Rico.?"

"Yeah,I know..but you paid me back and we found the rental car and sent it back...and I tossed in putting the kibosh on your ex and getting him locked up as a little extra." I said.

"You're a good guy Chess...You're the one I let get away." she said.

I paid her tab and walked her to her car....We kissed for a long time...Finnally, I broke away from her...I put the key in the palm of her hand...

"Here....The apartment complex is near the one you were in before. Take this key and let yourself in...Tell the business manager to call me and I'll square everything with him." I said.

"Nobody does anything for nothing Chess...I guess you own me now, huh?" she said.

"Slavery is over Cherry...Nobody owns you....Get a job and start paying me rent...Other than that...the game is even between me and you..You're free and clear." I said.

"I love you Chess" she said.

"Goodbye Cherry" I said as I turned and walked towards my car....

"I really do mean that Chess." I heard her say in the distance!

Dearly Beloved

I stood in the parking lot that was directly across the street from the church waiting for Fathead.
It was his wedding day, unbelievable as that was. The Biggie Smalls look alike was fumbling with something in his car. I chuckled..Nerves, I suppose.

I stood and watched the virtual who's who of people going in the church. There was my childhood friend ,Kevin and his lovely wife,Sepia. Kevin was a writer and a blogger now and a sometimes Private investigator. He was pretty good. He had always been smart as a whip..even when we were kids. His co-worker and associate, Sean Jackson and his girlfriend Sheila brought up the rear. Sean was a photographer...He worked at the same magazine that Kevin worked at..so did his girlfriend Sheila. Then there was my business associate and co-owner of apartment complexes, Clerow and his foxy wife, Cora-Beth and their little daughter, who was the same age as my son. Cora-beth's equally foxy older sister, Mabel Jenkins arrived with her boyfriend...my main man and church organist, "88". They had another fine sister....a little bit older named Victoria. Victoria used to be married to the Preacher, Reverend John Struthers..Now she was married to the Deacon, Larry Weatherford..wonder how THAT worked out.

My other childhood friends, Paris and Blake turned up with two new foxes...Man, these guys kept good looking women. Attorney Robert Foxworth and his ex-wife, Corrine was there , as was
Anita Jenkins, Mabel,Cora beth and Victoria's youngest sister and some tall Basketball player, she was obviously dating also arrived. Another Attorney I knew named Conrad and His Wife and Gus the bartender at Josie's and Honey Brown were the last of the guests that I knew to show up. No sign of Chris, though I know he was either already in the church or planning to make a cool ,yet grand entrance.

I looked at my watch and finnally Fathead showed up.

"Damn man..I thought that maybe you got cold feet or somethin." I laughed.

"Oh No, nah man..I'm ready..ready to be an honest man." he joked. We looked at each other and laughed our heads off.

"Oh Chess...check it out...My guys hadn't found Mingus yet and so, I thought about what you said..and I called the hit off. No need to start my big day out with any drama." said Fathead.

"Good man..you did the right thing." I said.

Just as I said that..a Black Jaguar drove up and cut us off as we were about to cross the street.
It was...who else?Mingus, sporting the fat lip I gave him and a swollen eye...also courtesy of yours truly...

"Well...Well ..Well if it aint the would be hard guy,Chess and Bitch ass Fathead." said his cheif Lieutenant.. a relatively new player known only as "Oatmeal." He got the nickname when he was in the joint..I couldn't begin to guess why. He was supposed to be a tough guy..So was a lot of people.

"Come on man...We can do this another day..We on our way to a wedding." I said, not wanting to get into anything in front of the church and with all these people around, yet knowing that these
two guys could have cared less.

"How bout we don't?" said Mingus.

"HOW BOUT YOU DO?" came a very familiar voice.

"Chris? Chris Thompson??? is that you??" said Mingus, suddenly filled with fear and dread.

"You were expecting Barack Obama?" said Chris who was decked out in a fabulously fly and impecablely neat suit.

"Uh...ruh...well uh.. You know, that's a great suit Chris..you always uh did have good tastes man...aint that right Oatmeal?" mumbled Mingus.. Oatmeal said nothing.

"Mingus my man...what's the matter,cat got your tongue? Now...you are going to call it even with my boy Chess here and let by gones be by gones right?" said Chris.

Oatmeal apparently didn't agree.

"Yo man..I know who you used to be playa and I don't care. What you need to do is fall back,for real, for real..ya know...This aint none of your business."

Chris smiled that kilowat smile of his....

"What's this? I hear somebody talkin, but I don't see nobody." he said. Then he walked up to Oatmeal and slugged him in the stomach...Oatmeal folded like a tent....Chris then grabbed him in the collar and bounced his head off of the side of a parked car....Oatmeal hit the pavement and was wimpering like a baby..

"Owwwww, uhhhhh,that hurttttt mannnnn...ummmmphhh..."

"How bout it Mingus? Is the beef squashed or what?" asked Chris, not raising his voice above a whisper.

'Sho..sho...it's a done deal Chris...Hey Fathead, good luck on your wedding man, She's a finne,fine girl..Really..Look.uh..heyyy..I was just gettin ready to bounce man....Come on Oatmeal, what you
layin on the ground for?? Get up and let's get to the car man." said Mingus as he helped Oatmeal up and they scurried to their car.

"Nice meetin ya Oatmeal...maybe next time we can have breakfast..ya know?" said Chris as Fathead and I looked down at the ground..trying hard not to laugh..

"Sometimes you do it on your name and rep alone ,then other times, you gotta demonstrate" laughed Chris, who rarely ever resorted to violence. It was known to a man that he was not one to mess with...Someone forgot to give Oatmeal the memo. Now he knew.

"Alright fellas ...let's go to a wedding." I said.

"Dearly beloved.....We are gathered here today...and ah did say today...not tiddy, so get yo minds out of the gutter...We are gathered here today to join this man..Arthur Felonious Newton in holy matrimony with Marsha Lynnette Mason.....Marriage is an institution that should be entered into with a clear heart, a clear mind and most of all soberly. I was sober myself until about an hour ago...when I imbibed a little too much of the communion wine, but
uh anyway...it is said that he that findeth a wife, findeth a good thing....I know this...I had a fine young thing....curves every which a way...gave me much pleasure in the marital bed...GLORRRRYYY!!!! Yes...Yes...yes...sir...yes sir....but we are not together today....today she is giving the deacon that pleasure that she once giveth to me....Marsha..make sure that you only giveth your pleasure to yo husssband...and girl you look like you give some-


"PaSTOR!!!" screamed one of the other deacons.

"OHH..uH YAS...iF THERE IS ANYONES WHO has any reason why these two..Arthur Felonious Newton ,known to the world as "Fathead" and Marsha Lynette Mason , lawd girl you
got a rack on you...ummmph..ummph...ummmmph...Mah lawd...GLORRRYY!!!! Should not be wed in Holy matrimony...let him speak now or forever hold his peace....By that I mean the peace that cometh from above...Not your peice....Holster yo weapons boys....Uh, ruh....By the powers
invested in me by the state of Pennsylvania and President Barack Obama....I now pronounce you Husband and Wife...you may kiss the bride....before I do...Lawd have mercy..GLORRRY!!
The doors of the church are now open...if you don't know him....join tomorrow..now is not the
time."

Chris ,who was thinking of joining the church looked at me and I looked at my friend, Kevin ,who was mortified....He had suggested the church and the Pastor, John Struthers. His wife Sepia was
rubbing his shoulders as he hung his head, almost in shame. Attorney Robert Foxworth was laughing outright at what he had just heard....as well he should have.

Fathead and Marsha didn't care..they were still kissing and deep throating each other at the alter..They had to be seperated and told to walk to the receiving line.... Rell and my son had come and were sitting in the back row....From a distance ,I saw Cherry Johnson....weeping and crying.....No one else noticed her. This was supposed to be her day....or so she thought.
These were definitely not tears of joy.

(Conclusion Next-)

Spilled Milk

Two weeks later, Chris, Fathead and I were eating Breakfast at the Diner...We all had Blueberry Pancakes,sausage and Orange Juice with Hot tumblers of coffee... It was early in the morning..Daybreak...Fathead was the only one talking..

"Hey Chris...did you see that babe I had at my party?" he laughed.

"Who, Cherry?" I said, knowing that that was not who he was talking about..and ignoring Chris's side eyed glance.

"Nah, Nah, I'm talking bout that babe Marsha.....man, the rack she got on her.....lawdddd....Chris man, I took her in the bathroom and was wearin her outtttt..." he bragged.

"Aint that Mingus's girlfriend?" I asked again. Chris just shook his head, gave me a side eyed glance again and continued eating.

"I heard it used to be....but sheeeet, so what? Mingus know he better not come down in West Philly unless he's comin heavy and he aint got the heart nor the manpower to bump with me."
snorted Fathead.

"Come on Fathead...that's somebody else's girl....I hear you good at that.....takin somebody else's
girl." I said leeringly looking Fathead dead in the eye. He was confused..He had no idea what I was talking about and now the man most people in the know feared looked at me with fear in his eyes... He didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about.

"What you talkin bout Chess?" he said. Finnally Chris stopped eating, looked at me and said quietly-

"Chess, cut it out...stop playa hatin......don't pay him no mind Fathead..He just hatin from the sidelines."

Fathead laughed uneasily and then we all laughed and finished our breakfast.

Later on, I was giving Chris a ride to one of his many places of "residence " around the city and I
knew that I was going to hear it.

"What was that back in the diner man? You still cryin over spilled milk Chess? If you wanna do the babe..then step to her and be done with it..but don't hate on Fathead because he with her.Actually ,he doin you a favor...She aint the one for you...You're with Rell and you and Rell are good together..You and Cherry, yall had secrets..and secrets aint never good between a man and a woman....Leave her be Chess...Just leave her be...Why can't you do that?" said Chris.

I said nothing..I just drove him to where he needed to be. I waved goodbye to him and just drove off. I don't know how long I was driving until I happened to be driving down a strange neighborhood and I happened upon Marsha..the girl Fathead had been with that night. She was
attractive....even with the black eye she was sporting.

She was standing on the corning crying. I pulled my car over to the side and I walked over to her.

"Hey girl...what's up? who did this to you?" I asked.

"Chess, just get away...you don't want to get involved with this." she said, still sobbing..I could see she was very upset and slightly frightened. Then I heard the booming voice and I understood why.

"Hey nigga, get the hell away from my girl before you wind up just like her." came the voice.

It was the player they called Mingus...he was ,like Fathead, big and bald headed...He had a fierce rep, but that didn't move me one bit. I turned and faced him and then said-

"Come Again?....I don't believe you know me." I said.

"Ah know you...you're Chess, Chris Thompson's boy...Do I care about who you are ??Hell No." he spat. Famous last words.... I picked up a trash can and rammed it into his huge belly...He made a groaning sound, then I took the can and brought it down on his fat bald head..he grunted some more...then I punched him in his jaw and sent him flying... I took my left leg and kicked his legs from under him and sent him sprawling to the ground... He tried to get up, but I punched him again and knocked him down and pretty much out. I walked into a local store, bought a carton of milk and poured it on top of his head.... I don't know why, I just felt like doing that to him....I got a perverse and wicked sense of elation and pleasure out of doing that. One day a shrink would explain why.

"Wake up...wake up Mingus..." I said..pulling my nickel plated .45 out and placing it cooly to his temple...

"I want you to get in your car and get the hell out of West Philly,feel me?....If I see you again...it aint gonna be milk I'll be pouring on you, ? Now get to steppin." I said. The so called fearsome gangster got up and got in his car and pulled off without so much of a threat... The people who were standing nearby started clapping and giving me dap... My anger was now gone..I was the only one who knew that it wasn't really Mingus that I was angry at, it was something else ,something crazy knawing at me....He had just been handy to take it out on.

"Oh Chess, thank you so much...Thank you....I'm gonna tell Fathead how you helped me...Don't
worry about Mingus...he won't be alive next week this time once my fiance finds out." she said.

"Your fiance?" I said.

"Yeah, Fathead and me is gettin married." she said. I scratched my head.

Later on that night I was at Josie's having a drink at the bar when Cherry walked in, with Fathead.

"Chess...Chess...I heard you whupped Mingus's ass today.....Man, you my main man...Don't even
worry about that bum...I got people on him....He won't be bothering anybody else...ever..." said
Fathead.

"Look man, really, you aint gotta do that..we just had a little beef, is all..let him be..forget about it." I said.

"Too late, he's already gone..."said Fathead with a wink and a conspiratorial look at me as he eyed Cherry...Meaning, don't mention to her that I was defending Marsha. I continued to drink as Fathead worked the bar.

"You got in a fight with some player? Wow Chess, there's more to you than I thought" said
Cherry.

"Yeah...More to you too." I said.

"What do you mean by that?"she said.

"Nothing" I said, laughing to myself.

"Fathead and I are going to get married soon." she said.

"Married? He told you that?" I asked.

"Well, kinda sorta.." she said.

I smiled to myself and continued to drink my drink....What a day this had been...

"What's that on your pant's leg?" asked Cherry.

"Oh...I spilled some milk." I said.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Saturday

I should have stayed home with Rell and our son...But no...I let Chris talk me into going to Fathead Newton's exclusive birthday party at Club Invisible! It was called that,because if you had to ask where it was or about it...You really didn't need to be there!. It was located on the top floor of a seemingly abandoned warehouse in East Oak Lane, Philadelphia PA. From the outside it was just a warehouse, but take the elevator just three stories up and you had a plush floor made of pure marble ,with fountains full of crystal...A Huge Glass Bar that was the length of a football field and that was also an aqauriam ,full of exotic fish of all kinds... Meanwhile on the black marble top..There were six skilled bartenders mixing all kinds of drinks and serving them to several thirsty customers.

To the side was an ultra-modern kitchen where some of the tastiest meals were being provided for the hungry customers who came to say Happy Birthday and pay homage to the king! Of course Chris Thompson was too laid back to ever have thrown himself something so incredibly large...even in this exclusive location...but Fathead Newton was a different animal.

"My man Chess...so glad you could come....Chris is up in the VIP section..can I get you anything?" said Fathead.

"Happy Birthday Fathead...yeah man, just get me a Corona and I'm straight." I said.

"Just a Corona? Come on Chess, let your hair down baby..have a real drink potna." laughed Fathead.

"A Corona's just fine man." I said. I didn't get drunk or even risk it in strange places that I wasn't familiar with. Neither did Chris. I joined him in the V.I.P. section of the club and watched
the kids dancing on the Parquet Dancefloor in the middle of this lavish club. The DJ played T.I. ,
Lil Wayne, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Old school hip-hop like L.L. , Dr. Dre, Snoop..Public Enemy and
hometown favorites like Cassidy and Beanie Seigel... I had even heard a rumor that Beanie might
show through.

There were some of the finest strippers and exotic dancers you could imagine..giving some of the players lap dances and other things in private booths if they produced the right amount of cash.

"Hey Chris man...I don't feel comfortable here...This spot could get raided." I said.

"Chess, Chess...lighten up man..The cops don't know about this place and aint no laws being broken here..Just people eatin and drinking and dancin." said Chris.

"This spot got a liquor licensce?" I asked. Chris's face went blank.....He looked at me sheepishly and said with a shrug-

"You know something Chess, you got a point here, but the cops can't pop me and you for just bein here..This aint our club."

Just as he was saying that, my eyes zoomed across the room.....and there she was......Cherry!! Cherry Johnson....the woman who had betrayed me! Left me high and dry in Puerto Rico a few months back...Took $750.00 and my rental car and fled. She repaid me the money, but she still needed to answer a few questions...Now was as good a time as any. Chris, always observant must have read my mind.

"Uh Uh Uh Playa...don't even think about it..She's Fathead's girl now." he said.

'Fathead?? I thought she cussed him out for leaving her in the supermarket when Diamond Joe's
boys tried to hit him last month" I said.

"Yeah, she did, but you know how women are man..mad at you one minute, swinging on your jock da next." said Chris.

"I gotta talk to her, get some closure man." I said.

"Closure? You sound like a woman Chess.. What don't you understand? She took your money,stole your rental car and left you in Puerto Rico...You beat up her husband and got him locked up and now she's with someone else...What don't you understand? You aint got nothin to close...Let that be baby...You got a good woman at home...Don't mess with her..she's trouble."
said Chris.

Cherry walked over to Fathead and gave him a kiss on his big coffee cooler lips and rubbed his bald head Fathead laughed picked her up and put her on his lap...Fathead was my friend, but I couldn't bare to see him and Cherry making out like that. I left the VIP section and went down on the dancefloor ,grabbed a fine young thing and began dancing. They were doing a line dance to the song Booty call.

'You turn to the left, you move to the right, you cha-cha with your left, you turn to the right..jump back..and dance!..."

I didn't want to think about Cherry..Soon I was joined by Chris and some Stripper he had plucked from the crowd....


"And left foot step, and right foot step, you turn to your left, you move to your right, you cha-cha with your left, you turn to your right...jump back...and dance.."

After we finished dancing, I walked across the floor to get a plate of hot food, when I felt a tap on my shoulder..

"Nice Moves Chess..You always had em...In the bedroom and on the dancefloor." It was Cherry.

"Speaking of moves..you've made a few of your own" I said.

"Oh you mean Fathead? He loves me and I need a man to take care of me." she said.

"This is America Cherry, you could get a job, take care of yourself." I said.

"There is a depression on or haven't you heard Chess?" she said.

"So Fathead is going to take care of you?" I asked.

'We are supposed to be getting married." she said.

"You're already married." I said.

"Nope...Thanks to you...I was able to get my divorce. My crazy ex is behind bars for the rest of his life and the court granted me an un-contested divorce. Thanks Chess, for kicking his worthless ass and turning him in to the FBI." said Cherry.

"I didn't turn him in....They just happened to be there." I explained.

"Doesn't matter.....We might have made it..who knows...but fate just dealt us a different hand."
she said. She didn't seem like the woman I knew once..She seemed altogether different.

Chris heard the whole thing..After Cherry walked away he shook his head and said to me-

"Ya Happy now Chess?"

A little while later, I walked into the huge restroom....while in there I heard Fathead's voice. He was in a stall with a woman. I could hear sounds..sounds of two people kissing and slurping...

"Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhh Fathead......"

"Ohhhhhh Marsha....."

"mmmmmmph....Fathead, stop...stopp, take your hands from under my dress..ouuuu.."

'Come on girl...pull my zipper down and let me show you why they call me Fathead.."

"ouuuuuuu, ohhhh my , Fatheadddd....mmmmmmph..ohhhhhh."

They were oblivious to me, but I could see that Fathead was on something different...someone different too.

As I headed out to my car, I saw Cherry again..

"Goodnight Chess......Hey did you see Fathead in there by chance??...I'm tired...I'm ready to go home." she asked.

"He's in the bathroom....he'll be out shortly." I laughed as I got in my car and pulled off.


To be continued......

After You've Gone

ART: "Soulful Flight" By LaShun Beal

The Deeper I looked for something in you..
The deeper I fell...
I felt as though I was falling deeper into a
bottomless well..
you could never seem to face your demons
and I had my demons too!
but had you of talked more to me..I would have
faced them with you../

But baby now that you've gone
life has opened up for me in a way
I never imagined.
Now that you've gone
a light is shining through my window
and I've discovered a strange new passion
After you've gone..
After you've gone../

All I ever wanted to do
was make love to you until the cops came knockin...
like Maxwell said in his song.
but all you ever seemed to do
was drink until your head was rockin,
then have the nerve to tell me that everything I did was wrong../

but honey
now that you've gone
I've met somebody else
who makes me feel alive again..
and sugar
now that you've gone
I've got a woman on my arm
who's both a lover and a friend...
After you've gone
After you've gone
bye,bye aint so bad baby...
After you've gone..
I've found love
After you've gone
I've found peace of mind,after you've gone../

First Day

ART: "On My Mind" By Toni Taylor

Hey baby
is that you lookin so good?
I don't even know why I gotta ask
but I just thought that I would..
Say something
Say something nice...
no matter how obvious and true..
something to break the ice with you../

baby,baby please
don't walk away
you are still so fine...
and you must hear this
kind of talk everyday..
but listen,
can I just have a little bit..
just a minute of your time..
I sure miss you not being my girl
and I sure wish you were still mine../

Could we start all over again??
Could we bypass being friends?
It could be like the
First Day..
All over...
You didn't know me
I didn't know you
We hadn't hurt each other...
It could be like
The First Day
All over...
I didn't lie to you
and you didn't cheat on me..
and we were closer than a sister and a brother../

I miss the curve of your hips
I miss those kissable lips..
the white diamonds perfume you used to wear
and running my hands through your braided hair..
I miss the way we used to make that bed of yours sqeak...
and the soft way you used to speak...
after we had made love....../

I haven't been with anybody since I broke up with
you..
I heard you were seeing someone for a little while
but now you're alone too.
Don't you think of me sometimes?
because I know I miss the hell out of you...
Come on over to my place, let's make up for lost time
let's make love do what it do../

It can be like the First Day
all over
you didn't know me
I hadn't hurt you...
we hadn't lied to each other...
It could be like the First Day
all over ..
when we naively thought that we were meant to be..
we could get it right this time girl...
come back..
come back to me../