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Joe* picks her up at half past eight,
She is nervous but cannot wait.
They arrive at nine o'clock,
down town at the coffee shop.
They sit at a table in the back corner,
The waiter brings them their water.
He orders a strong black coffee,
She a mocha lattee.
They chat as to ease the mood,
While they wait for the brew.
She watches him with love in her eyes,
He looks back to her surprise.
She has to reach for the tissues,
As they move on to sadder issues.
He reaches across to hold her hand,
As she tells him about the man.
The man that drinks from morn till night,
The man she is afraid to fight.
The man that is never there,
Never notices her hair.
Never hears her sing her songs,
Never tells her rights or wrongs.
Always calls her stupid and fat,
And other things that hurt like that.
He's never there for anyone,
Only there for Bush and Bud.
Never tells her of his life,
Or what causes him much strife.
She doesn't know him at all,
The thought alone makes her bawl.
Joe grips here hand and comforts her,
"It will be alright I'm sure".
She knows he is trying to help,
Even though he knows it's hell.
She wishes that the man would change,
But knows that cannot be arranged.
She is glad he is her father,
So she is the only one he will bother.
She would never want anyone else,
To suffer the pain he pelts.
It's good she has people for support,
Though they cannot feel her hurt.
They drink their coffee quietly,
Contemplating silently.
One man who will stay through her strife,
One who she wishes wasn't in her life.
One who loves her for who she is,
One who wishes she wasn't his.
One she loves deeply,
One she thinks of hatefully.
One she knows very well,
One she wishes would go to hell.
No she doesn't, well not really,
She likes one side of him that comes out rarely.
She wishes that he didn't exist,
A thought she cannot resist.
Joe thinks about his love,
Her appearance, fragile as a dove.
But inside, he knows,
She is strong as stones.
He wishes he could read her mind,
To know what she feels inside.
He will stay with her to the end,
A plan he knows nothing can rend.
They are both afraid of her father,
But know he will not bother.
They know he is wearing down,
From the alcohol to which he is bound.
She knows it is not his fault,
It is from pain he cannot dolt.
She wishes he would talk to her before his fate,
But knows she would not retaliate.
She will continue on,
Carrying her ton.
Now though she has support,
From the one who has her heart.
But please before you start,
Think of those close to your heart.
Because alcohol any family,
Just do not mix equally.
*I hope someday I will find my 'Joe'.
