There was a way about her
As she shuffled her feet
Across the old courthouse floor
And took a seat at the front desk
To swear what she was saying was truth.
I watched her from my seat
Behind other men and women
My eyes transfixed on the back of her head
My ears hearing her erratic breathing
Her lawyer patting her on the shoulder.
After she said to the recorder that everything was true
She stated her name and address
And the man behind the desk grinned.
“It’s all over, now,” the lawyer said, laughing.
As she stood and turned to the lifeless crowd.
They walked down the aisle, to the front door
“Don’t worry about money problems anymore,”
He said. “How does it feel?”
She said nothing as the door opened, then closed behind her.
The man behind the desk called my name next.
I felt the crowd’s eyes on me as I swore my shit was truth.