And then it happened.
The crash came. The sound of breaking glass.
He said, "It's over. It's all over."
The guitar fell, smashing into pieces 6 floors below.
She said, "I don't see any reason to stay, either"
They finally had the fight that consumed the last morsel of their love.
And then she laughed.
And he flashed his brilliant smile.
All the anxieties that had been lingering, unspoken, tension that collects in her eyebrows and shoulders. So many moments of feeling bad, of beating yourself up. Regrets, lost moments, hours, days, years. All that awful stuff that lasted too long.
And their eyes fell into harmony again. One simple look, and they could laugh at the world. And themselves.
Because in those darkest moments, when they had lost everything, a single song of laughter saved them.
Looking in his eyes, she felt him holding her in their tent, looking up at the stars.
(The next morning was their least romantic moment; they awoke clumsily groping each other until they could no longer take the moist heat inside the canvas colored oven. Comedy always flipped over the moments when they took themselves too seriously.)
Every moment was a new beginning and was pulled into the past so quickly, eroding their days until their final moments together. On their first tour. Their last moments onstage together. The last time they sang. Their last moments together.
==
(Back to the present)
She lay smiling, feeling the strange gravel under her wrist. Hearing the music playing, thank god the music was still on. Although it was probably a hallucination.
God, she hated goodbyes.
But she felt a sleepiness approaching. Something like a stage going dark. Like that afternoon at the valley festival, watching the sun setting over the hillside. Lying down on a camping pad, almost vertical on the hill. His arm around her shoulder for a pillow.
She was dreaming of a harmony, so sweet, so beautiful, she needed to wake up and get it down! But she couldn't move, her limbs had been rearranged somehow and down was up and everything was vice versa. The parts that she could move felt weighed down and the parts she couldn't feel made her feel free.
God, the harmony was gorgeous. She couldn't tell if she was tearing up or if her vision was shifting too. Maybe she was drowning . . . but no, the highway wasn't under water. The gravel under her wrist, the tiny pebbles hurt her wrist as she moved her hand. She was trapped between her rental car and the road.
And wasn't going to get out.
Damn, just her luck to have a fatal accident and not have HIM in the car. HE wanted to die. She, she was fine with life. So many things left undone .... well, the thing that was the worst was not being able to write down this harmony that she was hearing. Or to be able to sing it with him.
With that, the tears came. She opened her mouth to sing.
And that was all.
May I Suggest To You by Susan Werner (video)
Susan Werner and Red Molly (video with crickets)
The crash came. The sound of breaking glass.
He said, "It's over. It's all over."
The guitar fell, smashing into pieces 6 floors below.
She said, "I don't see any reason to stay, either"
They finally had the fight that consumed the last morsel of their love.
And then she laughed.
And he flashed his brilliant smile.
All the anxieties that had been lingering, unspoken, tension that collects in her eyebrows and shoulders. So many moments of feeling bad, of beating yourself up. Regrets, lost moments, hours, days, years. All that awful stuff that lasted too long.
And their eyes fell into harmony again. One simple look, and they could laugh at the world. And themselves.
Because in those darkest moments, when they had lost everything, a single song of laughter saved them.
Looking in his eyes, she felt him holding her in their tent, looking up at the stars.
(The next morning was their least romantic moment; they awoke clumsily groping each other until they could no longer take the moist heat inside the canvas colored oven. Comedy always flipped over the moments when they took themselves too seriously.)
Every moment was a new beginning and was pulled into the past so quickly, eroding their days until their final moments together. On their first tour. Their last moments onstage together. The last time they sang. Their last moments together.
==
(Back to the present)
She lay smiling, feeling the strange gravel under her wrist. Hearing the music playing, thank god the music was still on. Although it was probably a hallucination.
God, she hated goodbyes.
But she felt a sleepiness approaching. Something like a stage going dark. Like that afternoon at the valley festival, watching the sun setting over the hillside. Lying down on a camping pad, almost vertical on the hill. His arm around her shoulder for a pillow.
She was dreaming of a harmony, so sweet, so beautiful, she needed to wake up and get it down! But she couldn't move, her limbs had been rearranged somehow and down was up and everything was vice versa. The parts that she could move felt weighed down and the parts she couldn't feel made her feel free.
God, the harmony was gorgeous. She couldn't tell if she was tearing up or if her vision was shifting too. Maybe she was drowning . . . but no, the highway wasn't under water. The gravel under her wrist, the tiny pebbles hurt her wrist as she moved her hand. She was trapped between her rental car and the road.
And wasn't going to get out.
Damn, just her luck to have a fatal accident and not have HIM in the car. HE wanted to die. She, she was fine with life. So many things left undone .... well, the thing that was the worst was not being able to write down this harmony that she was hearing. Or to be able to sing it with him.
With that, the tears came. She opened her mouth to sing.
And that was all.
May I Suggest To You by Susan Werner (video)
Susan Werner and Red Molly (video with crickets)
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