Shouldn't…but Do

In 1966, My Love, by Petula Clark,  was in the radio Top Ten.  A favorite of my mother, and me too.

I have heard that song rarely over the years.   Back then it seemed a song I could understand.  Now it seems a simple message I can appreciate.

Divorce and delay wear on those seeking freedom – yesterday was no different.  Late in the day, unbidden, My Love picked itself out of dusty memory and played itself over and over in my mind.

Even with 20 years of  cold comfort and small likelihood of ever meeting one of my own kind — I love people and good relationship – between friends, successful couples, and couples trying to make it work.  Men and women and what they do best.  Love felt as deep, warm, soft, and bright – humans are capable of such wonder.

Like an old favorite song, the good things in life come around too infrequently.  But when they do – at least for me – a simple song will suit.