I was being chauffeured in a vehicle build for ten
I sat alone on the back seat, weary without and within.
When I glimpsed in the whiteness an old telephone booth
It served as a reminder of a choice made in my youth.
Yes, the image triggered a memory of a scene from long ago
The booth at the corner of Main and Laurel, with sun instead of snow.
I put a quarter in the slot and got a dime and nickle back,
Dialed the number, Ash-6489, the call was answered by Jack.
“Jack, I’ve made my choice,” I said with a sigh,
(I silently sniffed and wiped a tear from my eye.)
“Now don’t you be sad –
You’re the best friend that I’ve ever had.
But I’ve decided not to marry you.”
He answered softly, “What will you do?
You know I love you. Honey.”
“I’ve decided to marry Milton, he has lots of money.”
The pain I caused Jack on that day,
Has returned to me in an unexpected way.
My career-driven husband makes money near and far.
As I travel all alone in this luxurious car.