Whirlwind Romance

A rush of emotion dropped a veil over all but the tiny world of the two people in seats 11A and 11B, in a jet plane floating somewhere over the Atlantic, in a still moment in time.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Last Tango

I went to find Zelda
She had been off the screen for months
And we missed her.
I found her
Hunched over a martini
In a bar that revolved high above the City
Slowly, but with determination.

She did not look up.
Zelda!  I cried.
Come back to the dance
You left mid-tango.  He misses you.
She took a long pull on her drink and
Gazed out over the City.
My fingers touched her wet cheek.
Why, Zelda?
Because, Babe,
She smiled at me through her tears,

He ate my big fish. 

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