posted on Mar, 6 2009 @ 01:09 PM
"Sitting here resting my bones, this loneliness won't leave me alone . ."
It was a good idea, coming out here to watch the sun set. Thank you for
asking me to join you. How's that rocking chair holding up ? Still
comfortable ? I remember when I made that for you. I used the best wood
and it took me three months to finish. Still comfortable though ?
"My it's been a long, long time . .How am I doing ? . .Oh, I guess that I'm
doing fine . ."
The sunset is making your hair beautiful again. Like when you were young.
Those lines in your face, they remind me of everything we've done
together and everywhere we've been. Been quite a trek, hasn't it ? You
know I love you don't you ? Always have, since the first day I saw you.
Lordy, you were something back then. You turned everyone's head every
time you moved. Took my breath away ! I'm sure glad you chose me !
He was talking to himself. He knew that she was not sitting in the rocker
next to him. She had passed away a month ago. Sitting here, watching the
sun set, . . with him, had been one of her favorite things to do.
He found himself out here every night, talking to her anyway.
He got up and walked over to the radio, turning up the volume just a bit.
This is for you honey. You always did like Frankie.
"When I was seventeen, it was a very good year,
it was a very good year for small town girls . . . . . ."
. . . . . . . .hmmmm . . . .hmmmm . . . . .hmmmm . .
"And now I think of my life as vintage wine,
from fine old kegs,
from the brim to the dregs,
and it poured sweet and clear,
It was a very good year.
It was a mess of good years."
He looked over and smiled as her rocking chair began to rock slowly.