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.