"Time after Time" - Sara Evans (original by Cyndi Lauper)
A quaint kitchen. Time without an agenda. A couple together for almost 40 years. Accompanied by a cup of coffee and a plate of merienda, we sat for hours and talked about life, love, and the "good ol' days." Pictures upon pictures lay scattered on the table of how things used to be, how they once used to look and how so much of it all has changed. I watched closely as she picked up a photograph of herself. She was wearing a sequined maroon dress with gold accessories. I watched as she carefully traced the surface of her own face as if it was no longer her own. He didn't pick any up, but yet he was still able to illustrate each captured image from memory.
She pulled out a small album with a decorative silver cover. I sat quietly and opened it as they shared their stories page after delicate page, some beautiful and some not so beautiful. They reminisced about a lost time filled with friends that are no longer with them or like them, have suffered through challenges that tested their health, patience, and well-being. I couldn't help, but compare the photos to the people that sat before me. To see the same eyes once lit with joy, staring back at me with exhaustion and slight pain. Though I can't be certain, it appeared as if this pain was more than physical. I tried to meet their gaze, but knew although they were looking at me their sense of self drifted back to this era where nothing and no one could tear them down. I let them relive their moment and returned my attention to safely-kept memories inside each sleeve.
What they may not seem to realize is that they are amazing to me. They took on these struggles and brought back the meaning behind, "Through good times and in bad...in sickness and in health." They didn't quit even when she admitted she wanted to because she didn't know what to do or who to turn to when the person she always went to is now the one in need. She never left his side and as we sat, she continued to provide for him as he has provided for her all these years. Refilling his food and drink without question because this is what you do when you love someone. Even through such serious conditions, they laughed about sticking by each other to the point where they wouldn't know what to do without each other. The love they have surpassed the stages newer couples often never reach. It's a bond that could've easily been broken if they let it, but they didn't let it.
The conversation carried on and throughout such astounding stories, they kept insisting on feeding me and having me not wash the dishes. They joked about having me as their "guest," "visitor," and "tourist." Caring for me as if I was their very own, I found myself wanting even more so to care for them ten times more in return. To show them that love doesn't only exist between a loving couple or from someone related by blood. Though I'm limited, my love is not and so I vowed right then that I will be there for them and for their son.
Lyrics:
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tickin'
Think of you
Turnin' in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback to warm nights
Almost left behind
A suitcase of memories
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me
I can't hear what you have said
And you say, "Go slow"
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
After your picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows
I'm wondering if I'm OK
And you say, "Go slow"
I fall behind
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/cyndilauper/timeaftertime.html
http://www.last.fm/music/Sara+Evans/+images/5020534
A quaint kitchen. Time without an agenda. A couple together for almost 40 years. Accompanied by a cup of coffee and a plate of merienda, we sat for hours and talked about life, love, and the "good ol' days." Pictures upon pictures lay scattered on the table of how things used to be, how they once used to look and how so much of it all has changed. I watched closely as she picked up a photograph of herself. She was wearing a sequined maroon dress with gold accessories. I watched as she carefully traced the surface of her own face as if it was no longer her own. He didn't pick any up, but yet he was still able to illustrate each captured image from memory.
She pulled out a small album with a decorative silver cover. I sat quietly and opened it as they shared their stories page after delicate page, some beautiful and some not so beautiful. They reminisced about a lost time filled with friends that are no longer with them or like them, have suffered through challenges that tested their health, patience, and well-being. I couldn't help, but compare the photos to the people that sat before me. To see the same eyes once lit with joy, staring back at me with exhaustion and slight pain. Though I can't be certain, it appeared as if this pain was more than physical. I tried to meet their gaze, but knew although they were looking at me their sense of self drifted back to this era where nothing and no one could tear them down. I let them relive their moment and returned my attention to safely-kept memories inside each sleeve.
What they may not seem to realize is that they are amazing to me. They took on these struggles and brought back the meaning behind, "Through good times and in bad...in sickness and in health." They didn't quit even when she admitted she wanted to because she didn't know what to do or who to turn to when the person she always went to is now the one in need. She never left his side and as we sat, she continued to provide for him as he has provided for her all these years. Refilling his food and drink without question because this is what you do when you love someone. Even through such serious conditions, they laughed about sticking by each other to the point where they wouldn't know what to do without each other. The love they have surpassed the stages newer couples often never reach. It's a bond that could've easily been broken if they let it, but they didn't let it.
The conversation carried on and throughout such astounding stories, they kept insisting on feeding me and having me not wash the dishes. They joked about having me as their "guest," "visitor," and "tourist." Caring for me as if I was their very own, I found myself wanting even more so to care for them ten times more in return. To show them that love doesn't only exist between a loving couple or from someone related by blood. Though I'm limited, my love is not and so I vowed right then that I will be there for them and for their son.
Lyrics:
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tickin'
Think of you
Turnin' in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback to warm nights
Almost left behind
A suitcase of memories
Time after
Sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me
I can't hear what you have said
And you say, "Go slow"
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
After your picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows
I'm wondering if I'm OK
And you say, "Go slow"
I fall behind
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/cyndilauper/timeaftertime.html
http://www.last.fm/music/Sara+Evans/+images/5020534
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