Simplicity

 

Closing my eyes and remembering my fingers dance across the keyboard. I’m back in time using an old school typewriter the sound of the keys banging and the bell ringing becoming more frequent as the words race out of my head and on to the virgin white paper. The noises of the city outside all but drowned out as my thoughts keep up with the rhythm of the streetcars.

She’s in another room putting the finishing touches on something already perfect. I loose thought for a split second as her scent crawls through the air traveling up my nose causing me to smile but never missing a stroke of the keys. She has always been the one for me since the first time I laid eyes on her sitting alone in a café. Life became “us” and every minute we had together created a lifetime of memories.

My thoughts raced and my fingers grew numb as I put the finishing touches on the holiday piece I was doing for the Post. Now, silence except for the noises outside and the soft music coming from the bedroom. I peer in seeing her roll up the stockings I bought for her in the alley off 52^nd street late last night. She had told me how she longed to feel the softness of silk on her legs again.

I’m happy I got the piece done and she’s smiling because she’s feeling beautiful so hand in hand dressed to the tees, we walk the fifteen blocks watching people in holiday spirits, to the café where we first met. A bite to eat then back out into the frozen night and twelve blocks to the dance hall where the music will soothe the soul and our love for each other will dance until dawn.

I awoke to the noises of the city, a pile of crumpled paper on the floor. The results of failed attempts to create something worth reading. I glanced at the closed door of her room, our room, and realized all I had left were the countless memories we created together in a time when simple things like walks in the cold, dinner at a small café and dancing the night away were more than I could have ever hoped for.