"Someday, you will ache like I ache..."

She stood there by the one candle in the room excited to see me. We had just tasted that soft hello kiss we always shared when I walked through the door of her condo sized apartment. The kind of space only artists rent in places like New York in the movies. But she could afford it on her salary.

She tasted like wine that was reflected in her hands, the glass was still half full. She leaned the glass up to my lips to sip a drop of white wine. I opened my mouth and let a few dips in. It was the wine that she gave me years ago. The one that I loved from the first taste. Like the lips of a lover you will always remember, her as an aftertaste, that lives forever under the confines of your illuminated teeth.

"Guess what A?"

"What, baby?" I asked as I saw her dancing around in her favorite negligee, skin color, half hanging on by the shoulder displaying her long slim body. I was eager to follow again.

"I have a new favorite song?" She said smiling taking the last sip of wine from her glass now empty.

"Really, which one?"

"I heard it in Orlando when I was back visiting my folks. I missed you so much that in the middle of the night I got into my rental car and drove like do sometimes."

"Where did you go?" I ask watching her face glow in the candlelight.

"I just went driving around but there was this song that played on the radio. I loved it from the moment it came on. It's as if the song was written just for me."

"Which one was it?" I asked curiously but inside I knew which song she was talking about.

"I don't know but I know once I sing it y'll know it."

"Sing it baby!"

"Okay, it goes...'Someday, you will ache like I aaaaa--che'" It was as if when she sang Love's words she accentuated with the right inflection, with the right ache the way it was supposed to come to light.

I smiled with a half laughter as she sang the song. I knew it was that song. It was the song that when I first heard it reminded me of her, the woman I had in my dreams for the last year in a half.

"What is it, A? I knew that you know it."

"Hole, Doll Parts."

"That's it...'Someday, you will ache like I ache...'"

She recahed over kissed me deeply on the lips. It was one of those long kisses so sweet that I could actually savor the wine in her mouth. Just like that, we started dancing. She moved closer singing the song to me softly, whispering the lyrics in my ears.

"Someday, you will ache like I ache..."

Today I woke up with this song in my head and it brought me back to that moment. And she was right, I ached like she ached. Maybe she passed her aches on to me with her kisses on the stairs, with the windows open in the couch, naked in the pool and under her damp sheets. It was worth the pain. I once ached for her but no longer.

©A.E.C. 2009