Thursday morning
“crazy bout you”
I wake up look out the window, a message carefully printed on the road.
My heart soars. Romance is alive and in my very street.
I spend the day smiling, wondering which of the anonymous neighbours is having such an exciting time.
Lucky person! Ah! what sweet nostalgia for my own youth
Friday morning
“A crazy stalker”
Hopes dashed. Love blighted. Heart broken.
What sad tale lies behind this response?.
Four million stories are being played out in this city…this was one of them.
A Game Old Dame 