30 yrs. old song
How 'Bout Us - Champaign
ran into my ex Francesca that fall ... we hadn't seen each other in over a decade, but i always thought of her fondly enough through those years - a sweet kid when we were "dating", and that classic Italian jettttttt black hair, with the biggest, most soulful brown eyes ever - i'd get into more descriptive terms, but, we don't do that any more 'round here, amirite? (let's just say Sir-Mix-a-Lot woulda loved her)
we were our respective "firsts", kinda hard to shake that nuance of the tale, so, TMI be damned, there's your BACKstory ...
chance meeting at a Jersey diner - i had my own biz at this time (same as current), and was hustling clients up and down rt. 46 - stopped in for a quick nosh at the Tick-Tock, and knew the woman with her young daughter looked way too familiar.
she noticed me, as well. i could see it in her eyes - i had shades on, so she had no idea that i was spying her for a solid 15 or so minutes after i sat at a small booth.
she was just about done when i first noticed her, and saw the check get dropped on her table, so she was hangin' back for a reason.
i watched her leave, she jumped into a Subura wagon, was settling the kid into the car seat- i had to move.
i got up and flung the door open, the ever present chimes rang out - she looked up, i said "Frannie", and she smiled.
we chatted for a few minutes, told me she was living in Cedar Knolls, and was married to her brother's bf Johnny C - i never saw that one coming.
she had 3 brothers, and by this time they had all passed on - two ODs, one suicide - she worshipped them back in the days we spent together ... i knew of their passing, but never knew how to contact her - she was mysteriously outta my reach.
i was drifting from woman to woman at this time - dedicating most of my time to getting my biz in order and profitable ... i became the hustle man for sales and contacts, and it suited me well. was doing pretty damn good, and parked myself into a sweet joint in Hoboken. had enough to take care of mom and my younger brother when/if they needed - so life was back on track, and i had straightened out a great deal of the wrinkles i forced on myself. no complaints.
i did miss having a steady gf in my life, but i was certainly not hurting for company - i made the most of my chances, but still wanted someone i really clicked with ... i was never the greatest boyfriend, but i did have a few long(er) term unions previously - when i click with someone, i stick around for as long as my self destructive nature allows.
we exchanged numbers before she drove off ... i said "hi" to her daughter (2 yrs old), and tried the gobbledy#### baby talk schtick, but the kid cried like i snatched her favorite binky. ehhh, what can ya do?
she called me right prior to Thanksgiving, and asked if i'd be up for a lunch date ... "Sure!", and we agreed to meet in my (then) hometown.
she spent most of that afternoon bawling her eyes out about her brothers, she was a deeply wounded person. i could only imagine - i had plenty of loss in my own life, but her's was lightning fast - they all died within 10 days of each other (the youngest brother couldn't go on after the two oldest died so suddenly).
tough girl. always was.
i changed the subject to how great she was in track and basketball and cheerleading and tumbling, etc ... but it seemed to only make her sadder. when talk of our time together came up it really cracked her. i let her down so much back when we were younger. i never knew how hard it hit her.
the afternoon wore on, and she had to call home to check in ... her older sister was there watching the kid, Johnny was nowhere to be found - she asked to go to my place. ok.
she couldn't shake her grief long enough to do anything but sit there trembling ... she asked if i remembered "our song" (she always referred to this one because we broke up and got back and broke up and got back and broke up, etc. countless times). she had good taste, and she'd have me slow dance this one with her at least 100 times ... i loved all of it - the song, the smoothness of the arrangement, the connection it afforded us. yes, please. and now, as we connected for the first time in years, it rang truest of all.
"yeah, i remember"
she apologized for not having the stomach enough to be "romantic" with me, that she was too distracted about her marriage, her daughter, her past.
the wine she had earlier was wearing off, and she felt fit enough for the drive home. we shared what little passion she could muster, and she started with the farewells ... which went on for at least half an hour.
i broke her heart to pieces, she said ... then the three deaths killed her inside. she told me she was constantly numb, even during the birth of her daughter.
i was left on my stoop with the knowledge of knowing one of the sweetest and kindest and most beautiful girls i would ever know slipped through, forever.
it was our song ... and she was living it daily, according to her. i never knew, and sometimes i wish i never did.
i hope she found her peace. no one deserves it more.
ps - i am choosing songs/albums that resonated with me for the given time, not for what was "current" ... i stopped with "new" music in the early aughts.