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Trust is earned And can quickly be destroyed. “But, but he promised” Jeremy when he was about eight years old, in tears and completely heartbroken. A close friend of his had promised him something or other and reneged or backed out leaving my sweet son in utter disbelief and dismay.
I smelled you yesterday. Just for a brief second but it was you…. I’d been rushing about the shop, stacks of new value Bordeaux sliced open, the “tick-a-tack-a-tick-a-tack” of my price gun spitting tiny rectangular stickers upon the shiny new bottles.
“This is Jim, Josh and Samantha” Aline’s sweet but confident voice doing a roll call of sorts as our not-quite-worse-for-wear crew poured out of our self-assigned car ride seating and extended our arms in the direction of a trim smiling gentleman. I tucked the windblown hair behind my ears, tugged at my already wrinkled and poorly fitting shirt.
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I’ve worn your scent all day Could smell you with each shift of my shoulders… My arms Every move I made had you shimmying back to the front of my mind Your scent Now all over me… Each tiny bit of you that slithered beneath my skin Made my flesh go bumpy and gave me that “Damn I remember you” shiver The one that makes my breath leave my chest whispering raspy memories on its way out Your scent Now.
“If you can overcome the fear, you have nothing to worry about. It's a matter of wanting to do it, and believing that you can...and taking the risk.”- My Dear Friend Thomas Nearly A Year Ago... Thomas’ words swam around in my head as I drove home from work tonight.
I stopped at the light. My head resting back on the seat, fine hairs lifting and separating, landing upon my gin soaked lips, dancing across my collarbone and lapping at the tip of my nose. A long day at its end, dinner consumed, out, and with the lube of not one but two martinis.
“The boys, they are um…looking a little rough” me tattling, sort of, when Aline finally made it down to the belly of the hotel where I had been waiting for 35 minutes. Josh had been the next to arrive, big blue eyes swimming, or floating on leftover whiskey shots and finally Jim made his way down, out of breath and with a look that assured me that my lost night, well it had partners.
“Oh little Jeannie, you got so much love, little Jeannie. And you take it where it strikes and give it to the likes of me. Oh little Jeannie, she got so much love, little Jeannie. So I see you when I can, you make me all a man can be” my six year old face stretched as I crooned along with Elton John to what I thought was the sweetest love song this side of Oh Mandy.
Oh boy.... I got three words in, just after the name and the word, dies and then things went all swimmy. Eyes flooded and heart broken I clicked away and several links before walking away from my laptop, pillowy soft shreds of new carpet licking the bottoms of my bare feet as I shifted from side to side in front of the dusty bookcase that takes up nearly an entire wall in my living room.
The Pursuit Of Happiness....One Glass Of Wine At A Time or Confessions Of A Wine Slinger