No warning, no segue, no
subtlety. Captured unexpectedly. Walking from one room to
another.
Music from the television. No
time to process the first few words of the lyrics. Halted in
mid-stride. Stunned by their potency. Helplessly mesmerized.
Eyes closed. In
his arms, dancing slowly, in my imagination. Not yet cheek to cheek.
♫Maybe I didn’t hold you, all those lonely, lonely times…
Now we’re cheek to cheek. That
voice—a little raspy, a little smoky, a whole lot worn down.
♫Tell me, tell me that your sweet
love hasn’t died…
Not at all a voice to croon a love
song. But sensual. Ohmygod, how sensual.
♫And give me, give me
one more chance…
Tears between our faces.
♫Guess I should have told you…
Did he know how much I loved him?
♫You were always on my mind, you
were always on my mind.
You are always on my mind.
Hmmm,great song ! ... Patti
ReplyDeleteThought you might like this song.
DeleteI appreciate your thoughts and feelings about this man you were so very, very close to and whom you'll never forget. You presented it so well here.
ReplyDeleteUmmm. You seem to know me well.
DeleteGotta love him!
ReplyDeleteYikes, Parrot. I wasn't "dancing" with Willie.
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