Purple Architecture

She sat in the window seat Wrapping tea cups with old newspapers And putting them in boxes Everything she'd ever wanted Was packed up and put away She thought she saw his face in a magazine Walked around her neighborhood Wondering what became of her life She thought she'd have it all She thought his name was Fred He passed her every morning on his bicycle Pedaling towards the station That took him to the city To work for an accounting firm Pushing numbers round on a screen He looked around his cubicle Wondering what became of his life He thought he'd have it all She sat in the window seat He looked around his cubicle Don't you give up! Two strangers passing on the avenue Sharing commonalities And ignoring architecture Purple was the color of their love