• A Strange Love
    by
    Stone M. Medina


    There is this girl I watch from afar.
    She is my love.
    My story begins in a bar,
    My first meeting with this dove.

    My job had decided to let me go
    So I decided to drink and relapse.
    Then came this maiden, with hair color most faux,
    She and her man needed maps.

    I could only stare.
    The angels would have cried their eyes out.
    My gaze was more than she could bare,
    she said farewell and left with a pout.

    I paid my tab and left.
    Her car was pulling away, I could catch that.
    I pedeled as fast as I could, you sure can bet.
    I would have caught her, if only I wasn’t fat.

    Her car was gone,
    but I kept on biking.
    I collapsed on a nearby lawn,
    and thought, “No worse than hiking.”

    Fortunatly, I memorized her license plate.
    I uttered a small chuckle.
    I will find you, Kate,
    If my name isn’t Henry Buckle.

    And after a year of travel on foot,
    I finally found my dear.
    And so I watched her for months, covered in soot,
    Until once she saw me, and her eyes gleamed in fear.

    She wailed into the night,
    and the cops came.
    I didn’t want a fight
    and so I took full blame.
    A misdemeanor, some say.
    I say a man does what needs to be done.
    After I did community service at the bay
    I decided to make her my fun.

    And so now, twenty years later,
    I still watch her with her kids, Tom and Ann.
    I think I should go to the door and pretend to cater,
    after all, how long can it really last, that ban?