They
would spend all their spare change on paperback novels.
People
always said that they were strange, a weird and unusual couple.
He
liked the mysteries, and she liked science fiction; they breathed
those stories in like air,
and
the ones that they liked the best, they would exchange and share.
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They
lived in their own little world,
a
secret life of infinite depth,
fantasies
and dreams,
just
exploring the great mystery of it all.
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Every
morning he'd wake up early and wait for her to arise.
She
always knew just what to expect; it was never a surprise.
He
would kneel down beside the bed, and he would propose,
“Will
you love and live with me another day? I could use another dose.”
They
lived in their own little world,
a
private life of tender care,
fantasies
and dreams,
caught
up in the great mystery of it all.
From
afternoons over coffee, reviewing evidence of this or that case;
to
late night pillow ponderings of life's possibilities.
No
matter how much they learned, they always found more to explore,
taking
a closer look into what was and what could be.
They
lived in their own little world,
an
unfathomable life of feelings and thoughts,
cold
hard facts and visions,
diving
deeper into the great mystery of it all.
They
went on this way up until one morning she declined
the
“living with” stipulation of his proposal.
She
headed west, and he headed east to make a brand new start;
and
though you might not believe it, neither left with a broken heart.
It
was straight out of science fiction,
an
impossible case to crack.
They
each left with love, only love,
freefalling into the great mystery of it all.
The
bankers they just scratched their heads when they came for the
house,
with
everything still in its place, the bookshelf, bed and couch.
The
neighbors they weren't sure just what to think.
They
said things like, “We always knew they were off,” but they
seemed to say it with a wink.
A
wink that seemed to say,
“There's
more to love than we'll ever know.
We're
groundless and floating
through
the great mystery of it all.”