one last chance

“What is this?” she whispered sweetly.

“Darling, I don’t know,” he said discreetly.

“Why don’t we go inside?” she kneeled and whispered.

“Time to begin the ride,” his familiar lisp slurred,

And off they went

Into what would be

A night of pleasure,

For certainly he

Never remembered

The wife and child waiting at home.

 

“God, he’s late, child,” she said to one sleeping.

“I know he’s awake now,” she, half-believing,

Looked out her window, into the night,

Looked for her husband who said he’d set right

The nights like this his work required their time.

 

“Awake, my beloved,” she said with a sly grin.

“I forgot to set the alarm on my phone.

The batteries dead again.”

And with that, his lust and passion sank too.

“You sister doesn’t deserve this.”

“We both know you’re worthless. The only thing you’re good for

Is a roll in the hay or two.

While you were sleeping,

My sister was reading, this ebook I made of me and you.

Pictures, video and a confession.

I’d decided a year ago, no less than

Fourteen months, and I’d end my pitiful life. It’s true.

In fairness to her, I owed it to baby sis to take you.”

 

“You witch! You demon.

I always knew you were scheming.

I thought it was to get me.”

“You’re so stupid, you fool.”

“You ruined my life, my practice.”

“Video will do that, pastor. You high-falutin clients, congregation too,

Should get a kick out of the things I made you do.”

 

He choked her, she screamed.

“You’re not a man!”

He believed every word from her mouth,

Satisfied twice that night he’d be,

Holding this woman who he now remembered

Promised she’d shatter his dream.

Even with the life choked out, she smiled

And won her victory.

 

He confessed to the detective

Called in to collect from

The scene all the evidence he

Knew would indict him,

She was probably right when

She saved his wife from a life of his hypocrisy.

 

“Honey, I know what she sent you.

You know she meant to

Ruin what we had. Now I see

You were right to be, just wait,

Don’t expose me. Think about the law practice we built

And ministry.”

 

His wife knew his meaning.

But she couldn’t stop believing

In the man she’d known from college to be

A con man, womanizer, yet something inside her

Told her he could change if she’d just believe.

 

“Now I know what she meant.

All the time she spent

Telling me I should get rid of you.

I’ll never understand her meaning,

This video she sent, pleading

With me to take you back

If you were here with me.

Is there something else you want to tell me?”

“What was on the video, honey?”

“An ebook, pictures, video and money.

She left me all she had, said I should trust you

If you came home last evening,

She was crying believing,

You and I could be like the pictures, laughing,

Holding hands, grasping the love we began

One summer’s eve.”

 

Last chances blown leave you reeling,

Especially con men used to feeling

Others are responsible for their grief.

One woman left no doubt

For Pastor Leroy H. Everheart III,

Attorney, Minister, got what he deserved,

A sentence so final even he

Couldn’t rise from the ashes

Of his mind matched with

A protective older sister who sees

The only thing that makes sense when

Faced with her own death sentence

Is to see her baby sister set free.

 

“Two years, fourteen months healthy,

For this strain we have no remedy.

Get your affairs in order,” the doctor had said.

Her baby sister, the only thing living,

She determined on giving,

A fresh start, one way or the other.

“I won’t see her be ruined,

One last chance to be true and,

In life or in law, brother, you’re going with me.”