Perhaps it was the light
she found so irresistible,
or the bold Moroccan colors
or the spectacular 270 degree view.

She discovered it quite by accident
one bright spring morning
clinging ridiculously
to the edge of the cliff -
1 Old Mountain Road.

She fell in love with it
immediately, obsessively
and resolved to buy it
and live in it forever and ever.

She stalked her house for weeks,
visiting it each morning,
and checking it out online
(it was currently a B and B)

And when the asking price
proved way beyond
her meager resources,
she dreamed of loans...

Then one day she heard –
quite by chance -
that Cliffside had sold
(for twice what she could afford) .

And all of a sudden
she couldn’t understand
why she had needed
that house and that dream so desperately!

A few months later
she found out why.
The love of her life had found his muse -
an ether love that took his breath away.

But this all happened years ago…
and today, Cliffside is but a distant memory
and the love of her life
is snoring beside her.

Alison Cassidy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cliffside/