Red's Cottage

So let me tell you bout this woman I know. Her eyes glow just like halos. And just when you thought the room couldn't get any brighter, she smiles. Her warming glance so strangely familiar. So much so, that I had to ask her for dinner. I remember I'd seen her before, though just in passing. Cause it's so hard to work with an audience so distracting. I had to move, but how? How could someone with so many demons grab the attention of such an angel? Determined, I grabbed for my bootstraps to pull them up high. Zipped up my man-suit nice and tight. The pen did my talking, for it was too loud to think. And made my move when she retired her drink. Just something to brighten your day, is what I would say, to this girl who captured my eye. Then simply leave, as she unfolded the sleeve, to reveal what was inside. A simple little letter, from a gen-u-ine feller, hoping to give the gal a smile. Who said it was dead, that chivalry-cred, that always seems to be on trial? Her eyes carefully scanning the message, to which she blushed and grinned, melting my heart, or should I say my vestige.

But now it has been a while since we've basked in the Sun's loving rage. A blue moon or two has passed since I have visited Red's Cottage. Her warm and welcoming grace is now hiding in the shadows of a dark crevace, somewhere in the big city. I have tried raising my antenas towards the sky to broadcast her a signal. I so badly wanted to tell her that she is appreciated and missed and that she is so pretty. But, alas, my message fell on deaf ears, lost somewhere in the infinity of space. These memories and feelings cannot just be simply erased. So have I squandered the gift of love? She offered peace while I offered a shove. My ego wants to place blame on false factors, though I know that I must not empower my distractors. For if I do, then there is no hope to recover. No chance to learn and grow, and I will be doomed to repeat my past. My short comings are all my own, so I must strive to break the mold, destroy the cast. If happiness is a choice, then I have chosen the latter, at least as it concerns to this matter. So as she goes off and lives her life, I will forever remember the times that she helped me to feel alive. And through her, I have learned more about what I truely want, what I truely seek. From now on I will not allow myself to be deprived of that which I desire.