If You See Her Say Hello

Conscious that I've been watching a wee bit too much TV in my children's absence, I decided to turn it off today and switch to the ipod instead. I was doing some chores, so I kept wandering in and out of the part of the house where I could hear it. Which was all well and good, until I walked into the room and heard this song playing:

If you see her say hello she might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring is living there I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her don't tell her it isn't so.

We had a falling-out like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night it still brings me a chill
And though our separation it pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me we've never been apart.

And I just fell onto my bed and cried. What can I say? Bob moves me. This song moves me. Maybe those last two lines most of all.

Being apart from those we love is hard. In my kids' case, I know that it is temporary. Which is still hard, but much less heartbreaking than living apart, indefinitely, from the man that my heart seems to be refusing to fully release:

If you get close to her kiss her once for me
I always have respected her for doing what she did and getting free
Oh whatever makes her happy I won't stay in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay

I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm getting soft.

Sundown yellow moon I replay the past
I know every scene by heart they all went by so fast
If she's passing back this way I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time...

But I'm going to be looking him up in about six weeks when my kids and I go out and visit. And I'm looking forward to it. We all are. I'm not sure what will happen after that, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I reckon...