Sundrift Cove, Calif.–Pre-dusk, Pamper-Her-Friday:

“A Momentary Goodbye”

She once threw a vase at him, barely evading his temple.
The vase had held roses he’d given her to commemorate
the anniversary of their first meeting.
Mistakenly, she thought he had approached another woman.
It was the other way around.

She once slapped him, when he tried to kiss her.
On the second try, she embraced him, having discovered a
gentleness–not mischief–to his intentions.

She once smashed his guitar, his second love, irreparably–
she’d bought it for him as a gift after he had written a song
in her honor and played acoustic strings on the dock of the
bay at sunset on their fourth date.
He’d come home with it at 3 a.m., when he had no gig.
He was raising money with it for her engagement ring.
She cried on the news.

It’s not suppose to hurt, love.

“In spite of it all, I love you,” he says to her, eye to eye.
“And there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it.”

He turns to walk away, stops and resumes one last gaze
into her eyes, then exits her doorway as the sun silently
sets against a sherbert summer sky at 7:49 p.m. PST.

On Pamper-Her-Friday.

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The Quality of Love. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Vocals: Mr. Jamie Cullum