Childress, Texas June, 1989
Part 4
Most of the lights were off, the help gone home, the bride and groom on their way to Dallas and then St. Thomas. Only family remained in the large hall. They sat at the one magenta tablecloth-covered table midst a sea of cleared brown tables, 10 chairs, 8 occupied, some sipping the last of the champagne, ties undone, corsages and boutonnieres somewhat the worse for wear, 8 pairs of eyes looking at the dance floor where one couple slowly swayed, arms around each other, cheek to cheek, keeping time to the music after the deejay called "last dance, ya'll."
After you, who
Could supply my sky of blue?
After you, who
Could I love?
After you, why
Should I take the time to try,
For who else could qualify
After you, who?
Hold my hand and swear
You'll never cease to care,
For without you there what could I do?
I could search years
But who else could change my tears
Into laughter after you?*
1, 2, 3, 4.
*Cole Porter, from The Gay Divorce [no meaning intended from the source!] [modified 07/24/07]