I knew a man once
Whose name was Walter Grimm.
We were more of acquaintances
Than anything else really.
He was one of those people
Who was nice enough,
But didn’t seem to find any joy in life.
He lived on the third floor of my building
And I the second.
He would pass my door every morning
At 7:35 sharp
As I was locking my door.
A brief hello and a smile
Made our morning routine.
He wore the same drab, black jacket
The same black pants
And a black hat.
He was one of those people
That never had a loved one
Never had a girlfriend
And would probably never get married.
Then, one day, a girl moved in next door.
Her name was Ruby Gold.
That first morning she was here was the start.
I was locking my door at 7:35,
And Walter was coming down the hallway.
Ruby Gold, came out of her apartment
At the same time.
I turned and said
“Oh hello Ruby.”
“Hello Chris!”
Walter just stopped.
He looked at her as if he had never seem a women before.
She smiled and introduced herself.
“I’m Walter.”
That was all.
He walked away.
She smiled after him,
Said good morning
And left.
She joined our morning routine.
Three weeks passed.
And then one morning,
As we were finishing our routine
Walter stopped.
“Ruby, would you get dinner with me tonight?!”
I was shocked.
Ruby just smiled,
“Of Course Walter!”
And that was the beginning.
As I recall they got dinner every night.
This stayed like this for about a month.
And then Ruby wanted to get serious.
I think this scared Walter.
I remember their fight.
She was crying and he was calmly saying goodbye.
I looked out my window
And the strangest thing happened.
It was raining colors.
Literally, raining colors.
Walter was walking outside
With his umbrella up, blocking
The colors.
The next morning
Ruby did not join us for our daily routine.
I looked at Walter
Wondering if it was my place to ask
What happened the night before.
Before I could say a word, Walter said,
“She was just too colorful.”
