Ms. Book and Mr. Street's Slow Waltz into the Bermuda Triangle
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Considered a great team of logic and life experience
A combination of rational thought and Mrs. Dash pizzazz
To add some extra humor and flavor to any given situation
She was a creative mind placed in the body of a bookish librarian
He was a tall, masculine rebel with a thoughtful center few saw
Their mutual vulnerabilities worked in their creative endeavors
Just not in a professional setting and in other public outings
Two misfits who understood each other better than they expected to
At times it was a little disconcerting how much so
Together they made a great fun party pack full of goodies
Stardust and magic that put a smile on Fred and Ginger's faces
Apart they were in complete disarray in their daily lives
Trapped in routines and frustrations of their personal detours
Roadblocks brought up by questionable timing and a few scandalous settings
Wondered if they will ever find solid foundation to function on
Or just always floundering from lily pad to lily pad like a clueless frog
Locked into perpetual wanderlust with no set destination in sight
Bounced from enough jobs and relationships to feel like the ultimate joke
Without a decent punchline to be told by any headlining comedian
Hard to understand a relationship when no arguments have come about
When you're used to the tension of a Fatal Attraction or The War of the Roses
Fathoming whether happiness can be found without throwing things
Uttering harsh words and hurling cheating accusations in all directions
A trashy talk show episode with only an audience of one inside your head
Were the doubts legitimate or just paranoia based anxiety?
Debating when the next lead lined Reebok will drop to the ground
Joy not a fleeting illusion to vanish with the morning sun
Turned a simple compliment into a possible dig at Ms. Book's identity
Her optimism imploded with an acerbic quip turned into something sharper
An invisible javelin to the gut that unearthed her secret fear of being responsible
For the end of a potentially magical adventure if they both got out of the way
Could Mr. Street be looking for imaginary flaws; or was he right?
Tired of digging the below the surface of an uneasy foundation
Impossible to say how long this slow dance will last, but time to enjoy the trip
No matter how long or short the journey is
Both will be better off than when they started.