
Over 50-years ago.
Late 1970’s.
Passionately in love.
The one that broke me.
Really broke me.
Driving back, together to his apartment from work, we stopped at the Cuyahoga Community Airport to have dinner at The Red Baron.
Excellent steaks.


Afterwards, taking Richmond Road north— deserted late at night—to David’s place,* a mysterious object appeared high over Lake Erie. We pulled over.
In a daze, we watched.
I swear, it’s a flying saucer.
It shifted left and right, slightly.
Up and down, slightly. For quite a time. But time stood still.
We sat there, in the car, speechless. Eventually it got bored, I guess, and darted away. We drove off.
Shaken.
At David’s entrance gate, he told the guard
who looked at us like we were nuts.
Up the elevator.
Down the hallway.
Enter the apartment.
Beeline to the sliding glass door.
There it was, still over the lake.
It shifted left and right, slightly.
Up and down, slightly.
For quite a time.
But time stood still.

Then we made love.
A few months later, he broke my heart
That never really healed.
- I only had a twin bed.

