We laughed again.  

Suddenly the bench Spencer had been sitting on creaked and shuffled open.  The top cover had slip out.  I could see the hiding sheet music and so I slowly went over to pick up the scraps and see what we had in there.  

As I sorted through the papers I picked up the one fallen one.  

It was Davy by Carly Simon.  My heart instantly dropped.  This was the one and only song my mother Christine used to play on her guitar.  Her favorite song.  A song I’d grown to love, and also grown to hate.  

Spencers and touched mine and she slowly lowered the paper to the bench and placed it on top.  

“Dance with me.”  She said pulling me out of my slump.

“Theres no music.”  I said obviously.

“Hmm.”  Spencer looked from left to right.  “I guess not.  But that just means you have to sing to me.”

“Oh it does?”  I say teasingly.  I placed my hands on her waist and she put hers on my upper arm.  

“Yup.”

“The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful.  Stop me from stealing my breath.”  I tucked a strand of hair from her her face behind her ear.  Now I could look into her blue eyes without a thing in the way.

“Emeralds form mountains thrust towards the sky.  Never revealing their depth.”  She blushed as I grazed her cheek with my thumb.

“Tell me that we belong together.  Dress it up with the trappings of love.  I’ll be captivated.  I’ll hang from your lips.  Instead of the gallows of heartbreak that hangs from above.”  As I sang I pulled her into me at ‘tell me’.  I spun her around at ‘dress me up’ and held her tight at ‘trappings of love’.  We swayed together with out foreheads touching at ‘captivated’.  And I danced around her at ‘heartbreak that hangs from above’.

Spencer pulled me so that we were pressed against each other.  A paper wouldn’t fall it if was stuck between us.  Her head rested on my shoulder and her arms were wrapped around my waist.  I sang into her ear with my hands holding her tight.