A Wish for Us Read Online Tillie Cole

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“For…us,” I explained and kissed the back of his hand. Cromwell watched everything I did, as if he didn’t want to miss a single movement I made. A gesture I gave. A word I spoke. I pointed at my old guitar. “I wanted to sing it for you…but I lost my breath before I could.” It was my biggest regret, that I hadn’t written this sooner. Clara had helped me. She had written down the words, and I had shown her how to draw the notes.

I wanted to sing this for him someday when I was better. But now…at least he had it now.

“Bonnie.” He ran his fingers down the page as though he had been handed the original score of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony to keep.

“You can imagine the music in your head,” I said, pointing to the simple notes that made up its composition. Nothing fancy. Nothing hard. Just my words and the chords that made me think of him.

“‘A Wish for Us,’” he said, reading the title aloud.

“Mmm.”

Cromwell got off the bed and reached for my guitar. My heart kicked to life when he brought it to the edge of the bed. He placed my notebook on the side table and placed his fingers on the neck of the guitar.

I held my breath for a second, waiting for him to play. And when he did, I knew it would sing to my soul like his playing always did. I knew he would play the music as well as anyone ever could.

But I never expected his voice. I never expected the pitch-perfect, graveled tone of his singing voice to bring life to my words. I tried to breathe, but the beauty of his voice held any air I could have taken in captive. As I stared at this tattooed and pierced boy with a heart of gold, I wondered how I had been so lucky to have gotten this, at the end. I had made many wishes in my life, but Cromwell had been the wish that I never made. In the end, it was the one I cherished most.

Heart cold and alone, until it heard your song,

No symphony, no choir, not all notes, just one.

With a beat so loud, you brought rhythm to life,

With love so pure, you turned dark into light.

For every breath I lost, I gained a smile;

I gave it all, just to sit with you awhile.

As the end grows near, I savor each kiss;

I pray for time, close my eyes and wish.

I wish to have a life with you,

And do the things I dreamed we’d do.

Chase the music, from dawn until dusk,

A wish for me, for you, for us.

You’d take my hand so tightly in yours,

We’d run over hills, over valleys and moors.

You’d kiss me by lakes, by trees and by skies,

I’d breathe you in, words, laughs, loving sighs.

Your fingers in mine would never let go,

I’d love you more than you’d possibly know.

You’d carry me home under stars and the moon,

And lay me down, in your arms, in our room.

I wish to have a life with you,

And do the things I dreamed we’d do.

Chase the music, from dawn until dusk,

A wish for me, for you, for us.

A whispered chance is what I hold dear,

My single last breath grows so very near.

I wish and I wish with all that I am,

And hold on to you for as long as I can.

I never dared hope for a love such as you,

With colors in your soul that you let me see too.

Now that you’re here, I vow to hold on,

For the life we dreamed, a life full of song.

I wish to have a life with you,

And do the things I dreamed we’d do.

Chase the music, from dawn until dusk,

A wish for me, for you, for us.

A wish for me, for you, for us.

I listened as the words washed over me. The lyrics that were me and him. That were us. I listened as Cromwell never played a note wrong, his voice expressing more in my lyrics than I could have done.

And I listened as Cromwell Dean, the boy I had seen on a grainy video all those years ago, reached my soul with his voice. As the music stopped and the moment came to its natural close, I waited until Cromwell looked at me and said, “You’ve given me my dream again.” I smiled and replayed his performance in my mind. “I’ve heard my words played back to me. The most perfect of songs.”

Cromwell put my guitar down and crawled into bed beside me. He wrapped his arms around me as though he could protect me. As though his hold could fend off the inevitable. I wanted to stay this way forever. “There’s not a part that I regret.” I felt Cromwell still. His body was tense as his lips brushed over my head. “You…Cromwell…there’s not a part of us that I regret. Not the beginning…not the middle…and certainly not the end…”


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