Written exactly as it begins, while I was cleaning the house one day |
The Song Written by Jan Lyons Ordinary chores, on an ordinary household cleaning day The same mindless routine, done over and over again through the span of so many years A song begins on the CD player She’s taken completely by surprise, completely unaware Instantly, like the crack from a bolt of lightning she is pulled deep into the vortex of her memory Transported back thirty years to one of the first times she ever fell in love So naïve, so very inexperienced She’s sitting on a bar stool in a small bar, in a small town Her drink of choice, rye whiskey and ginger ale has been poured strong by the bar keep It sits on a plain, damp cocktail napkin, the cold from the glass seeps into her fingertips The room is dim, made even more so by the dark wood paneling that engulfs the room The only illumination comes from above the pool tables, along with the token neon advertising signs for Coors, Budweiser and others sparsely placed around the room. Conversation between them comes easily as do the lingering deep kisses stolen in the darkness Oh so soft, oh so gentle, oh so sweet Oh so full of the fire and passion that sets a burning in her soul Her heart feels as though it’s being squeezed tight and it skips a beat She finds it hard to breathe A physical manifestation of what this man awakens within her (she feels for this man) He breaks off the kiss, slips off his seat and gently wraps his hands around hers He walks over to the juke box and slips coins into the slot to make his selections She realizes that the music has droned on in the back ground, only now does it come to her ears He makes his way slowly back to her, his dark eyes locked on hers as he crosses the floor Minutes pass, as does the music A song begins, she recognizes the tune “My boat sails stormy seas Battles oceans filled with tears At last my ports in view Now that I’ve discovered you I’d give my life so lightly For my gentle Lady” He leans in close and whispers in her ear “I played this song for you- for my Lady” She pulls back and looks deep into his eyes Did he really just say that? She searches his eyes, his face for signs of sincerity and hopes in a wildest dream sort of way that it’s really there. Her heart melts as that single sentence sinks deeper into the part of her soul that she has guarded for so long “Giving freely and completely, for my Lady” He lifts her off her bar stool, the next thing she knows they’re whirling around a make shift dance floor. He holds her close and with every twirl she falls deeper and deeper in love She feels a bump on her arm while her face is gently pawed It’s her cat snapping her back to what is now her reality She looks down at the yellow cleaning gloves on her hands The sink, the tub, the toilet, vanity, the water soaked cleaning rag still in her hand, all still there The song continues and tears begin to run freely down her cheeks She feels the familiar stab of pain that cuts deep down to the bone She realizes this hurt will never go away Not with time, not even though she tries desperately to push the memory down Thoughts of lying in his arms, wrapped in his warm embrace, bathed in the feeling of belonging Trusting him with these fragile new feelings, trusting she will not be hurt “Words that you say when we’re alone Though actions speak louder than words” She thinks back to a month or maybe a little more after that night spent with him Back to a bigger bar, a bigger town, with flashing lights sprayed across the room She is leaning against a back wall watching as another dance’s across the floor with him No longer is she the focus of his attentions, now it is concentrated on another Can he not see? Does he not care? How can he not know that she is dying inside? She tries to hold back the tears but they come anyway She quickly leaves before more patrons see her crying For her, there is no understanding how this man that she trusted so much, betrayed her so easily, discarded her with little thought, could have been so heartless after being so tender He broke her heart into so many pieces she wondered if it would ever be put back together The song ends but her thoughts go on Where is he now? Does he ever think of her? Does he even remember her? All questions she knows will forever go unanswered The tears have stopped leaving her with red, puffy eyes and a runny nose The memories of the past are still bitter but now just a bit sweet Memories that will haunt her for the rest of her days A love lost, evaporated but always with wisps of thoughts that surround her And always when she hears that song |