Harmony of Souls - Part 1
Her silent signals
like the waving arms of a tour guide
recognizable, but hopelessly overlooked
tried to guide him
but their Doppler romance
roared past his stationary heart
as he stood there, mute.
He was a lost and wandering troubadour
that had traveled sunward
and found his haven at her door.
When did things begin to fade?
Was it that madness on the trolley
when he told her of his convict past
and her rebuke became deafening?
Thereafter, they were like two ships
sinking in the night.
He had trusted that she wasn\'t like the others
long ago (or was it yesterday?)
who were hopelessly phobic waifs
ill equipped to choose between
the hotbed and the hot seat
and she had deemed him too dangerous to hold.
She was right, and so was he.
There was danger alive in her eyes
from seeing things not as they were.
Yet she was decidedly different
from his long ago lover
whose affection for him turned cold
and sent him, screaming from their abode
to where he ended up behind bars.
.
In a homeless-village raid
he was caught with nefarious pocket money.
Yet, he thought she would understand
that he’s not that kind of man.
He was down and drunk and destitute
His broken heart was blinding him.
It was the kind of mistake
that a young man could make.
“What’s that?” he said. You’re going away?
You want no life with an ex-con?
“How could you be that wrong?”
Before he had sung that trolley song
she had said she felt something... deep inside
that he was someone, in whom she might confide
but then he told her what he felt he must
that he had a past that might breach her trust.
He was being honest with her
She should be the same with him
Tell him from her heart
What’s it going to be?
With tears in her eyes and a quivering lip
she said the words that ended their relationship
“I’m going back home to Boston.”
And there was nothing left to say.