The Music Of Life

 There was music playing on the radio
Of that she is sure
But she can’t recall the song or even the singer
When she thinks back to that morning
It wasn’t so long ago
And It’s kind of funny in that not funny at all way
That he would use the phone after such a long time
But there he was with his news to tell her
Maybe not such bad news she thought now
On the phone at nine o’clock in the morning
And it was him that started to cry
As he broke the news that he needed to break her heart
But as he sniffled she became angry
Not broken hearted
That would come in the wake of her anger
When she was all alone
But a heart broken by phone
Is quick to heal
And she spends more time these days
Thinking about a singer she could never remember
And a song she is sure
Is her favorite