Page 46 of Bone Dust

A thing you should’ve done

Waiting in the wings

A wrong you should’ve right

A word you should’ve said

They seem like little things

Mornings fade into the night

Fireflies dancing with their light

These moments they pass

Much too fast

But you know, you know

It’s the little things

I look up and Ian’s eyes meet mine. A secret smile has stolen his lips, flooding warmth through me as my heart swells.

A heart that doesn’t heal

A wound that doesn’t fade

Is now dust in the wind

A gift you should’ve gave

A hand you should’ve held

A time when you give in

The world keeps spinning round and round

And we just tune into the sounds

‘Cause you know, you know

It’s the little things

I finish out the song with some quiet strumming and, suddenly, my heart gallops. It’s been so long since I’ve written a song. The last one opened the door for Ian and me to meet but this one means so much more because Gigi’s a part of it.

“Got-damn!” Sam breaks the silence, and he breaks the silence by slapping his palm to the bar top. “That sure was pretty. I never heard that one before, Savi. That new?”

I nod. “It is.”

“Well, I like it. You should keep that one in your song list.” Sam turns to Ian. “What did you think?”

Ian’s expression is hard to read. He nods, and smiles, but doesn’t utter a word. I slide off the chair and lean the guitar against it. As I approach him, I see a look in his eyes I’ve not seen before and, impulsively, I reach out and touch his arm. His eyes search mine, and I can tell he’s holding himself back. I’m afraid to say anything, aware that I might say something to break what I can only guess are pent-up emotions. He holds my gaze for a few seconds.

“Are you okay?” I whisper.

He nods, swallows, takes a deep breath, and takes my hand. “The song. It’s beautiful.”

I squeeze his fingers as relief conjures my smile. “Thank you. It’s from Gigi and me; my words, her tune. You gave us something that you can’t buy in a store, Ian, and this is our way of reciprocating in kind.”

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