I work (He works hard) every day of my life
I work 'till I ache my bones
At the end (At the end of the day) I take home (Goes home) my hard earned pay all on my own
(Goes home on his own)
I get down (Down) on my knees (Knees) and I start to pray (Praise the lord)
Friday morning went to Pathology. Saw a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Pink Roses and some baby' breath. Amongst the glass slides and requisition papers, there stood proudly, a beautiful spread of pink and green. It brought life to the the black, glossy counter. Ah, Delightful. It made my heart beat a bit happier. I asked Potter, the receiver of this token of love, what her and her loved one had plans for Cupid Day. She said dinner and some time painting in the mall somewhere. Another smile to my heart. I asked another co-worker what her plans were. Nothing. Her shoulder hunched. I can relate. I'm sure a few of you can.
There's a difference between lonely and being alone. Always been comfortable with my own company, but I can't help think of line from a movie, the name escapes me. "Remember the Best times of your life. You weren't alone, were you? . . .Life is just better with company." I know I butchered it, but couldn't remember where it came from. Gist, we walk alone sometimes. Sometimes, if we are lucky, We walk as couple. (2010 Rose Parade, Pepe Le Peux)
They say I'm goin' crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
I got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe (He's got nobody left to believe)
A close relative spoke of intentions of going to Cirque. Her voice was abound in anticipation. Unfortunately, as Sunday was coming, I asked her again about the du Soleil. She answered a heavy No. Oooohhh. That supposed to be me exhaling, in a consoling breath. I feel her disappointment for her disappointment. Breaking someone's heart. . .No, its more letting them down is never pleasant. Seeing her shoulders hunched and head down. It reminds me of my nephew whenever he doesn't get to play Super Mario Wii.
Speaking with Potter. I reminisced that, "For one year, I gave the love of my life a flower every single day." Big bouquets on the big days, valentines, anniversary, birthday, Ground Hogs, you know the major ones. Other times it was just a small white carnation, spray painted with blue. Other times it was whatever I can pick from my garden or my girlfriend's neighbor's garden. Stopped getting flowers when we parted. Occasionally, I picked some up for my belle at the time, but it was never quite the same. The romantic me just didn't have the same luster.
For awhile, the only reason I was going to the flower shop were for funerals. Depressing, I know. Yet, the smell of the fresh cut flowers. The cold of the walk-in refrigerator. The Happy silver, mylar balloons. So bright, so green. I loved flower shops. Well, it reminded me of Love. Despite, going to the shop for a wake or a funeral*, it still brought back fine memories. A time of True Love. Funerals are still of time of Love.
Anybody find me somebody to love? (Anybody find me someone to love? )
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat (You just keep losing and losing)
On a few occasions, when taking one out to dinner, and the occasional lady with baskets of roses would stop by. I would respectfully shake my head, no. I'd see Angelo again, that same slumping of the shoulder and the head lean downward a bit. I know that it was . . .a bit heartbreaking, but. . .it wasn't the same. No more late 11:55pm runs to Seven-eleven to get an overpriced rose. No more stopping by the Vons or Pavillions for the occasional Friday-night-before-we-go-out bouquet. No more looking behind my back, checking if my neighbor saw me cutting from her prize-winning garden. It just lost some luster. Maybe I am dead (inside) as my good friend once said. Perhaps, I lost the passion. I don't konw.
I mean after your soul mate. Well, everything just pales in comparison.
I ain't gonna face no defeat (Yeah, yeah)
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday I'm gonna be free, lord (One day I'm gonna be free, lord)
Well, No more words of wisdom. Just a smile and a sunrise. I hope you still feel the beating of your heart. I hope you still have your rhythm. Maybe, I'll get my rhythm back. Big Smile will provide when its time.
Anybody, anywhere, anybody find me somebody to love love love!
Find me, find me, find me love.
*nothing is known of Saint Valentine except that he was buried on the Via Flaminia on February 14
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