
He had a nice car…
Clean and spotless in the driveway. His yard overgrown, weeds obscuring the old forgotten toys, which were once just as shiny new.
He had nice clothes…
Name brand shoes and latest trends, all hung in a closet, doorless and alit by a flickering light.
He had a nice wife…
Curvy, beautiful—Fake. With eyes that reflected only cellphone screens and secret lovers. Ears deaf to the cry of her children as they moved from one new distraction to another, looking for something to fill the void.
He had nice kids…
They clung to his name brand clothes as he walked out the door, placed their handprints on the fresh gleam of his car as he sped off. Another night, another fight.
He had a nice home.
With trash piled high, broken glass. Repairs neglected, and the smell of drugs in the air. But, it had a big yard, fenced in, a “do not enter” sign nailed to the gate. Pit Bulls growling at all who passed.
He had a nice life…
Parties, laughter, drugs…all rushing to fill the void his own childhood had denied him. Washing ashore only to find that he isn’t satisfied. Jumping back into the consuming sea again and again until he inevitably drowns…
His kids taken.
His wife already leeching off of another while his home is bulldozed to the ground.
The neighbors shaking their heads at the state of his life. Their words vague and empty of compassion or knowledge of this man or his family.
Admitting simply as they parted…
He had a nice car.