It's the perfect time of year
when winter visitors return
to the valley of the sun.
She was alone in the house,
the perfect time of day
to brew a cup of espresso
and pick up the binoculars.
She sang along with the radio...
"I'm still alive but I'm barely breathin'
I'm falling to pieces...when a heart breaks,
no, it don't break even..."
With hope in her eyes,
she recalls their introduction,
He appeared to be the mysterious type;
acccepting her offer of pumpkin pie
and whipped cream with suspicion.
She wipes the tiny red specks from
the lenses and turns the dial to focus.
Hmmm...I think my new neighbor
is a member of the CIA.
She admits, these are just lies I have told to myself
to pique my curiosity in the man in a blue car.
With a giggle she muses, well he could very well be
a true romantic...dark and mysterious on the outside
but soft and gooey on the inside.
...just to hold one another
That thought sends a dull throb through
all four chambers of her heart.
She pulls the reins hard and stops the run away horse
with the familiar words...
"when a heart breaks, no it don't break even"
She refuses to allow herself the luxury of a wild imagination,
So with binoculars in hand she zooms in on
the man in a blue car.
She was met by another pair of binoculars focused on her.
She blushed, smiled, and gave him a wink.
Today is just for living...
ahhh Life...the best is yet to come!