Who broke Adele’s heart….
I certainly didn’t mean to and barely knew her.
Just one date with her. We met at Starbucks.
A bit over-dramatic I think-especially after she goes and writes a whole album about me.
Now I can’t even get a date because I am known as “the guy who broke Adele’s heart.”
Guess I should have called her back.
The storm….
I remember so well and so long ago began under a clear summer sky.
It caught me unprepared and by surprise, almost like a tornado that suddenly appears. 
Despite the intensity, I stood there watching it strutting by and touching down in my path.
Then it moved on, disappeared…or did I?
This time I am going to be a storm chaser.
