Goodbye For A Godchild’s Mother

A half moon hung in the sky behind the purple clouds. The wind blew and the cloud mountains were tinged with fire. The grasses on their feet rubbed together in the sharp chill of the night air and the leaves rustled in the wind. The place seemed sensual, and tonight they felt like part of it.

He kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, the tip of her nose. His glasses were crooked and she reached up to straighten them. As she did, she smoothed his brow. Her eyes were shinning and she was smiling up at him. He put his hands on her back and he felt her slim body through her dress.

“Something’s different tonight,” she said.

Everything, he thought.

He felt the breeze in his hair, and heard it in the trees. Overhead, the stars were as bright as they were going to get close to town. The sky was wrapped in haze, a sheet of sheer silk, and the stars were orange globes.

“Dianne…” he whispered into her hair. “… I want us back.”

Her eyes lose its spark, “Even if I have him, it’s been always you, but—”, she cleared her throat as if she was into starvation and ate all the words she said. Her heart was slamming, standing barefoot on the toe of his shoes, reaching up to kiss his chin, the side of his face. He brought her mouth to hers and rocked her back and forth in the sultry night. Her cheeks shone in the starlight, and he knew they were wet with tears.

“ I wish you weren’t going,” he said. He held her tighter as if it could stop her from going away.

“In a way, so do I,” she said.

“How do wishes work?” he asked.

“What do you mean? she asked, she thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t.

“How?” he asked.

“You look up,” she said. Taking his hands, she raised it overhead. “You point”.

“Yeah?” he asked, scanning the heavens.

“And then you wish.”

He nodded. He closed his eyes but didn’t wish or think about anything. When he opened his eyes, she was still there.

“So far, so good,” he said. kissing the knuckles of her right hand, her left hand and then kissing her mouth.

She held a deep sigh and said, “I still want you to lead your band on my wedding John.” To hear you sing for the last time before I’d be forever gone with them.

“All for you, and for my godchild.” His pulse was throbbing and words raced through his mind.

They had kissed and held hands together and kissed again until her knees gave out, and she knew it was good that she was going away. They both needed him to stay here with the thought that wishes and reality needed new destiny to merge.