Love's Lost and Found

Love’s Lost and Found

They had met one night in the pub.

She was there with friends.

He was there for the grub

but that’s not how the story ends.

They were on-and-off for a time

It simply seemed they did not rhyme. 

They wouldn’t fit into a poem of love

for he was a squawking magpie

and she, a cooing dove.

He was of the city streets

and she of the boulevard.

A stained glass window was she

a broken shard was he.

She lived in a manor house high on the hill.

His home was nothing but run-of-the-mill.

She lived in luxury like a lady.

He paid rent to his landlady.

She was well endowed with looks and loot

He was a common man of disrepute.

She was a part of the upper crust.

He was a part of every dustup.

She was rich and had a ticket to leave.

He was broke, with his heart on his sleeve.

She listened to his plea but headed west.

He was left with a broken heart and bed rest.

She finally wrote after three years had passed. 

He read her letter, written on fancy paper.

It was about herself and New York’s skyscrapers.

He was elated for she mentioned their love, at last

He took a flight late one night

To New York city and its bright lights.

A taxi (or was it a cab?) for a long ride

to 953 5th Avenue Upper East Side.

The doorman stopped him at the door

“May I help you, Sir? Which Floor?”

“I don’t know. I’m looking for Grace”

The church is two blocks that way,” he said snidely.

“No, no. I’m looking for Grace Riley.”

“No one here by that name, Sir.”

“There must be It was on my letter from her.”

“From your accent, Sir, perhaps you mean Mrs. Jennings”

“I’m not sure. Can you call her, tell her it’s Peter”

“ Peter…. and your last name?”

“Oh, Darby, Peter Darby, still the same.”

 On his return the doorman confirmed

“It’s all O.K. Mr. Darby, Let me help you with your things…. Sir”

“No, that’s alright I can manage” replied Peter

“Right Sir, but I have to unlock the penthouse elevator. I have the key.

This way. It’s the last one on the right, Sir.”

Peter took the elevator that opened onto the penthouse apartment.

Grace was standing there….Pregnant.