Love Me Tender

I came in to give you your coffee but froze in the doorway when I heard that you were singing. In a sweet, honeyed voice you were singing ‘our’ song; Love Me Tender by Elvis.  A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you motioned for me to come and join you. I lowered myself onto the bed beside you and grasped your weathered hands and added my baritone voice to yours. When we were finished you rested your head on my shoulder and whispered to me,

 “Thank you sir. My husband used to sing me this song. He would tell me how this was ‘our song’. I loved him dearly and he meant the world to me but . . . I’m not sure where he is anymore.”

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