A Mental Affair
Shopkeeper smiled when I walked in
Or else he just liked that little bell.
It rang of money or a good conversation
Either way I glanced back.
Wandering through the store
Until I found the corner bookshelf,
Perusing for the next great song,
Wished i could afford the art on the wall,
But there wouldn't be a place for it
In my 20 by 20 room.
A box rustled near,
Just an elderly lady looking at china.
No threat of love lurking by.
I went up to the check out counter,
He was showing some jewelry
The man looked over and smiled once again.
"I'll be right with you!"
He said it loud enough that the
China grandma turned around and stared at me;
I didn't need her judging eye.
He rushed right over as soon as the woman
Stared into the case with great disapproval.
"Did you find everything alright?"
I'd found a melody long forgotten,
That broke my heart and healed it
All before dinnertime.
I looked down fumbling through my purse
Organizing, until he made cliché conversation
"Boy, it sure is raining out there."
"Of course, I knew as soon as I came inside it would start."
Insert laugh here.
I paid attention a little more than he was due,
A dimpled smile never left his face as
He handed me the receipt
His wedding ring brushed against my fingertip.
I'm getting to the age where I need to
check for those things.
A mental affair
That left me winded
He wasn't young, about 35
But Hollywood sees more than double
The 15 years difference between
When I was born
He was staring at his older brother's
Portrait of Farrah Fawcett
I played the CD, racing the rain.
The beauty never forgotten
In the harmony of amplified digital
Noise, and the water pounding adding
Yet another steady bass line.
It didn't need me to sing.
But I swear,
The sweetest love songs are about the end of the world.
I'll come back I know,
To find another great song
That will break my heart and heal it
But mister you aren't invited.
You never asked me if I wanted
What you wanted,
So keep the vision inside your head
But to me any picture is dead.