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April moves on you strong, breath full of life, smiling and asking you for the time. You look at your watch, which is worn by definition, and smile back at her that you have no idea what time it is. She doesnt believe you- shed be foolish to, and takes your arm, your hand, your watch, and measures out the hands herself. This is what you were longing for.
Its 2 p.m. Whyd you have to be so difficult?
You dont know?
Surprise me. She says, but she knows.
At 3 youre leaving. I dont want you to leave.
I dont want to leave either. With this she rolls her eyes and then looks you square in the eyes, You know that that dont you? Theres a hint of a tear in her eye. Youre so stupid.
I didnt plan for Nashville. I didnt. But now Tennessee is there and I have this contract and I guess I have to go and write some songs.
Dont let them cheat you.
What do you mean?
Insist on getting paid by the tear- thats the only real currency down there.
Ive had plenty of those- I dont need to go to Nashville to get more. Youll be o.k., wont you? Ill write you, I promise.
Ill be fine. I lie. I kiss her softly, almost more a whisper than a kiss, and watch as she turns and walks away, the sun framing her figure, rhythm in her steps.