I deserved to be called names
Such as a ***** for the letter.
But I was in a low and bad place.
Not for leaving Fred.
No one knows what
Goes on behind closed doors.
We were not working.
There was a seismic change
Between us. I just acted on it
Because my grandad passed away.
Life was too short and
Fred deep down wanted
Someone more radlands than me.
In the red phone box
One bloke called a group
Three rowdy women predators
And he made a deal
Of making sure he did
Not mean me. It was genuine.
He was not afraid of Fred.
He was in an older year
At the high school I attended.
People in town obviously
Knew my breakdown was
Related to others
Unfairly tarnishing my name.
That rumours were what
They were: false and malicious.