I remember the first time I saw her
when she was just out of high school.
She was so beautiful and so charming
and so much fun.
She had a perfect body many women
would loved to have been blessed with.
Her father was a pharmacist.
Her family had more money than most.
About a year after I met her
her life began to go to pieces.
Too much alcohol and drugs.
Rumors of sexual promiscuity.
A drunken drug-induced threesome
with two guys when threesome were
still shameful and considered slutty.
And the two guys bragged about
“doing her,” so crass.
She let her once perfect body go
to waste, lost its sex appeal.
Because she had been adopted, I
wondered if it was a genetic thing.
Perhaps a mother with similar
behaviors that led to her mother
losing custody of her.
And I believe in the old saying that
sometimes the apple doesn’t fall
far from the tree.
But thank God not always.
Of course, she could have lost her
way for many other reasons
but whatever the reason she did,
I was saddened to see a woman who
had so many advantages fall into
such destructive circumstances.
And I hope somehow she eventually
rose out of them.
But I have an awful feeling that she
never did.
Bob Boyd