Hearts broken, we looked across the balconies
Of our facing apartments, each barren in a different way.
He thought, "Whoa, she yells a lot (teenagers in the house, red flag);
She likes country music? And sports! Always with a tennis racket,
A basketball, jogging around.
But she's so routine-oriented. You could set your clock by her
Comings and goings. And she burns the midnight oil.
I wonder why? But hey, she's blond and kind of cute."
I thought, "Look at that tall man! The red hair!
Oh, he must be married, there's a woman over there.
He cooks on his grill, he drinks a lot of beer. He plays his music
SO LOUD. He probably has no ear drums left.
But I see how he watches the stars, and that he talks to people
Just because, and gee, it would be nice to have a friend, someone
Besides the teens I teach and the beloved teens I parent,
Someone who could make my heart do flip flops.
My heart, it's been dead a long, long time."
And he said, "Hello."
And I said, "Hi."
And it wasn't long before we asked,
"Where have you been all my life?
You are not me, but you complete me.
A puzzle piece, whether the first or the last,
Here we are, together. Amazing.