Barflies Chapter 3 contd

The guitar was silent in his lap. Tears slid ever faster down his cheeks. He could feel their rolling fall across his already streaming skin. They dripped in steady runs cascading down to wet his faded jeans. What a life they'd had together with envious friends who'd wanted even half of what they'd built together,
He strummed the open strings and whispered words.
I collected all my tears and froze them,
to ice my roads of remember.
Drinking them down in torrents of recall.
And still they fell in streams of where and how to find her.
he heard her scream to stop and look around,=.
She held his head against her naked breast, fingers rhythmic stroking at the bony passions of his soul.
The loss was ever there behind his every move knowing how she'd answer to his needs
telling him to live and find a way,
to stand and let the world just fall away.
He felt the heartbeat thudding in his ear,
and realized the present was now here.
He moved his head and kissed her soft young breast, squeezing her to tell her he was there. A tear fell from her eye as she hugged him tight to sigh, without words they told each other they were there.
They both could feel the song her ghost was singing, catching echoes from still thrumming wood. His fingers danced through chords as blue as heartbreak. Following and leading as they put together flowing thoughts of ever living love.
Sam envied her and wished she'd had his youth, But what was left was more than she'd ever hoped to have. She'd always be in his thoughts, Sam looked into his eyes. The tears still welled but she could feel the joy that fed them. Never thought I'd love another woman like this, I just wanted to help her . To get her on track and together. She'd just about given up. Never thought of what I wanted. Living too long lost. They were good for each other. Songs seemed to float between them as their fingers picked and pranced on strings and keys trying to follow and lead at the same time, laughing at their gaffs and rerunning through repeated bits of melody, throwing in a word or two to remember later. It was all on tape to edit when they awoke.