We’re going nowhere. But one last time let’s go there…
A short story by Ernio Hernandez
She didn’t strike me as the Paolo Nutini type, but his lyric rung ever so true from her lips:
Pants already hiked, I contemplated zipping up and slipping out, shirt be damned. But I stayed.
The words of the chorus are quite heartbreaking or, at very least, weighted:
Grant my last request,
And just let me hold you.
Don’t shrug your shoulders,
Lay down beside me.
Sure I can accept that we’re going nowhere,
But one last time let’s go there,
Lay down beside me…
I’m not sure that’s correct grammatically — lay or lie always tripped me up. Perhaps there’s a deeper meaning to that. I certainly have trouble with those words in other ways.
However you want to say it, I got back into bed with her. Fully realizing it was likely the last time. You know that feeling, you just know.
She put her head on my chest in a way unlike lovers do. We had known each other what seemed like forever, but never considered the other any longer than for what the night called. Tonight was the end. She knew.
For whatever reason, we had grown apart. Perhaps a big change in her life or a realization of the need for one. I confess to not answering her call on an occasion or two — whether alone or not. Maybe the pull had lost slack.
In a moment of quiet calm, I stroked her hair and listened as her breath quivered. She looked up at me, touching my lips with the tips of her fingers. I whispered to her:
How can this be wrong…