The Newspaper Stand

Life was uneventful, working this busy street,
Nothing gave me pleasure, trying to make ends meet;
The world within this city, it's a rat-race land,
And all I had was gloominess, here at the newspaper stand.

Then one morning, quite out of the blue,
I met someone, unlike anyone I knew;
She was very polite, with a dainty little laugh,
I gave her the paper and watched her walk the path.

I thought about her all that day,
Was there a possibility there was something other than the gray?
I was intrigued when she returned for the evening edition,
When she left me again, i was on a mission!

The days continued, and my beautiful visitor filled me with joy,
I felt not like a man, but more like a boy;
I gave her the papers, every day for free,
I would have gave her everything i had...just to talk to me.

Then one day, my pretty caller did not call,
I wondered if she had tired of me, after all.
Had i done something wrong? Not said enough?
The minutes ticked by, and that day was very rough.

That evening, thumbing through the paper, I had a great fright.
There in the obituaries was her face, in my sight;
I dropped the paper, as my face grew long,
And dread filled my being like a morose song.

I realized that i did not even know her name,
Although i couldn't be, I felt to blame;
Never having even held her hand,
The gloominess returned here, to the newspaper stand.