The Monologue Bombs - The Night You Were Conceived

He got off work early, pit stopped for a rose
She was sweeping linoleum in apartment clothes
She smiled at the petals, wiped the sweat off her brow
“Let’s get the hell out of here now”
He faked a Chinese accent just to hear her muffle a laugh
The chopsticks fumbled, the sweet green tea
The Friday night cars rushing past
Full of letter jacket kids late for the half time show
“That was us just a few years ago
Honey, that was us just a short while ago”
She lay beneath the covers like a late Christmas gift
“We should get a house on the west side"
"I should take an extra shift”
The moon a milky halo, how gentle it shone
She said, “I’m not sure, but I think we’re home
I’m not sure, but I think we’re home
I’m not sure”

Written by:
Scott Phillips

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