Page 193 of Unspoken Words
Locked in my head
We will never be apart
It was all kinda perfect in our perfect kinda way
In our perfect kinda way
In our perfect kinda way
It was all kinda perfect in our perfect kinda way
You are there in the sun
copper hair, you’re not alone.
Feel my breath
Hear my heart
Reach the stars
We’ve just begun
Wiping tears from my eyes, my fingers trembled as I held her note. She’d purposely tasked me with a song to finish once I was ready to pick up my guitar. It wasKinda Perfect.
“You Sneaky McSongwriter Head,” I choked out, knowing she was watching.
I ran my hand over my face, bewildered at her brilliance, then read over the lyrics again, a riff already forming in my mind.It was all kinda perfect in a perfect kinda way.
Christina squealed and kicked her legs on her bouncer beside me, her arm outstretched. She was completely mesmerized by her clenched fist, which made me laugh. It was her favourite pastime, watching her hand as if it were mystical. And it was my favourite pastime watching her watch her hand.
“I’ll tell you who’s perfect,” I said, taking hold of the neck of my guitar. “Your mummy, that’s who.”
Lifting it out of its case, I noticed a stack of neatly folded notes sitting underneath that sprang loose. “Jesus, Ellie, when did you become such a slave-driver?”
I picked them up and unfolded them to find each page empty bar a single, underlined song title.
Wish You Were Here
She Talks to No One
Hold My Hand
That Day
Sugar McCoffee Head
Bursting into laughter, I closed my eyes and blinked back tears. “Sugar McCoffee Head? Really?”
I don’t know how she’d managed it, but when I missed her most, I smiled. I smiled at her selflessness, her spark, her intelligence, and her love. But most of all, I smiled at her unspoken words. The ones she’d left me.
“Okay, baby. Sugar McCoffee Head it is.”
Humming to find a key, I strummed the strings of my guitar then sang,
Sweet on the tongue, bitter in my mouth.
She’ll stop you, that redhead.
