A match made in Boston
6-13-09
By Jonathan
As we both lay down
Thinking of the future and what can be found
Watching a game
Cheering on the boys
Come on Red Sox, let’s score
He is hungry
And so is she
Hunger for companionship
And hungry for what ever tomorrow will bring
He moves over to get comfortable
She props herself up on pillow
His body relaxes
So does hers
As the tension of work, drains from their bodies
Thinking of a beach house
Swing set on the side yard
And nice neighbors that aren’t too far
Two lovely children, Ryan and Kate
And a beautiful spouse who is also a soul mate
The game is tied at 2
He said “come on, don’t give me the blues!”
Staring at the T.V
She said “come on, hit this one for me”
Hit it he did, but it did not go far
She sat up, he yelled at him, “you hit that like my grand par!”
The game was over, as he clicked off the Television
She did the same, vision of other sorts flooded her head
She got up
He laid down
She came back, after a shower
Setting his clock, for the 6 A.M. hour
She set hers, to the same time
She picked up a book, she bought at the five and dime
He was feeling fine
After a while, she put down the book and faced the north
He was facing the south
Both feeling lonely, no doubt
Love had not captured either of their hearts in years
Not since either started careers
She was a hopeless romantic
And would go down with the Titanic
If she could only find the man of her dreams
He was a realist
Thinking to himself “who would want this?”
If he could only find the lady of his dreams
This man
And this woman
Perfect for each other
If they could only meet one another
It would be a match made in heaven
She woke up, from her lonely dream
Getting ready for work, she was a part of a legal team
Living north of Boston, she drove east to work
He woke up, from his lonely dream
Getting ready for work., he was one of a medical team
Living south of Boston, he drove west to work
OH, somewhere in this historical land children are learning to walk
Somewhere a building is being put up and Some where a senitor is giving a talk
But there is no joy in these two hearts
As they will never cross path
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