All I’m after on this voyage is romance when I reunite with my first and only true love, Gord. Our souls joined in our hometown, many years ago. We spent our early years by a worn down weathered old mill in dreamland. There was no such thing as bad times, until a falling out one day...I sent him a railroad ticket and he gambled the ticket away. Our lives took different directions and much to my surprise, the world was in his hand and his touch had turned to gold. Over the years, I was drawn to his concerts, always hiding in the shadows. I know he too felt that same old obsession as I was told by many from our hometown that he always asked “did she mention my name?” When he wrote Beautiful, I knew it was for me. I couldn’t bear attending concerts because some women would cry actually thinking it was written for them! The rose tattoo is another reminder of our broken dreams.
I have remained in the shadows on this voyage, waiting for the right moment. But there’s a woman in a scarf with the initials SH who has been hanging all over him with her cup of whiskey. Who does she think she is with her treasures of paper and tin? The perfume she wore is obviously from some little store on the down side of town. The high seas are rough now. I must go topside for some fresh air. The deck is dipping and reeling. There’s SH, seasick and hanging over the stern rail looking bitter green. Here’s my chance to do something about her...a wave broke over the railing...whew, that perfume lingered on long after she’d gone...gotta get away.
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