Reggae blares- flash fiction

Reggae blares, "I will never fall in love again, only my heart feels the pain". The sky is clearing. From the living room window, the maple tree waves in the morning sunshine. It's green huge leaf hands will soon glisten golden orange and cordovan. Songs of leaving, being left keep pounding on the radio.

Why is it that romantic song lyrics always elucidate the fact that there is only one responsible party for break ups? It is always both people responsible. One person asserts that it is over, when it has been over for awhile . Both are too busy trying to keep it together. They're trying so hard to maintain status quo, that it begins to feel artificial like plastic flamingos in the yard.

Those pink plastic flamingos never eat or sleep, never talk or listen.They are forever pink and innocent like babies, pink rouge, cherry soda, and watermelon. Enjoyed for their immediate beauty...but don't get too close!

The feeling of touching plastic flamingos never satisfied, nor replaced the need to touch and be touched by a breathing friend, a compassionate co-creator on the well-loved path known as togetherness.