Adelaide

Standing on the crumbling corner,

waiting for the faded red bus,

a man of well-worn years.



His grey, faded trenchcoat;

black, degraded hat;

and scratched mahogany cane.



A man with a dream,

a man with a thought,

a man with a memory.



Flashback 25 years ...



Standing on the brand-new corner,

waiting for the bright red bus,

a man of tender years.



His brown, fitted overcoat,

flawless, matching, tophat,

and bouquet of fresh red roses.



A man with a job,

a man with a home,

a man with a bride.



He strolls happily along,

a smile plastered on his face,

he knows that she's waiting.



He opens the white screen door,

and calls out to her.

"Adelaide? Adelaide?"



He walks into the kitchen,

scrawled across a yellow parchment,

are four unforgettable words.


I found someone else.