"What becomes of the broken hearted..."

"...who had love that's now departed?"*

Remember my sad love story this past winter?

He lost his mate.
She got hit by a car.
He pined for days.

I kept getting all choked up when I saw him wait endlessly for her.

Happily, he's got spring fever and a new mate.


It appears she's mended his broken heart.

They've been strutting (and pooping) all over the front lawn of where I work.
But, please Casanova, stop taking your lady so close to the road.

Did you not learn anything?

*What Becomes of the Broken Hearted By Jimmy Ruffin

Just Thinking Out Loud

You're driving home in your two-seater sports car.

It's getting dark, the wind is whipping and the rain is falling hard. Almost sleet.

As you stop for the red light, you glance over at three people huddled together, freezing at the bus stop.

There is your best friend looking at you with thanks that you are caught at that light, at that very moment.

The old woman standing next to your friend is fragile and has a look of fear on her face.

The third person, a complete stranger. One look and your heart races. You think, so this is what love at first sight is.

The light turns green. What do you do? You only have one other seat in your car.

I don't think there is a right or wrong answer.

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I'd toss the keys to my best friend and ask her to drive the older woman to her home, then continue on home herself. I'd stand at the bus stop with the stranger and hope that fate wins.