questioned.
“Well, leaving your mother’s tonight made me think about a few new lyrics, the ones I was practicing on you in the car. I just wanted them on paper so I won’t forget them, although anything I write about you, I could never forget.” He smiled so contentedly at me. It was moments like this that we were just in sync with one another both through our artistic personalities and being in each other’s presence. I spent the rest of the evening after putting down my writing, tracing my fingertip delicately over each of his many tattoos. I studied each curve with my fingertip. I did this often as I would etch them into my mind and look for those vivid colors to brighten my days while he traveled.
Saying goodbye to him the very next day as he left the airport terminal to walk toward security and his gate seemed surreal. I wanted to still be sleeping and having him hold me. But the next hold I felt was the kindness in Maxwell’s embrace and his whispering into my ear that he would bring Rand back to me in one whole piece, untouched by the youthful ravishing girls that swarmed them at the concerts. I let out a relieved laugh, but held in a sigh for the unknown. I patted Maxwell on his back and told him what a great man he was and to take care of all the band boys. I pulled back in time to see the back view of Rand. I began to walk away with a few tears building up in my eyes and I reached into my jeans to grab my sunglasses and get them fixed in place before the waterworks came.
I did one last quick look back to the terminal for hopefully one final fix of Rand. I didn’t see him. I suppose he was already onto security. My phone sounded, my ringtone was programmed with none other than a song from the Rolling Isaac’s. I reached in my purse to dig it out. It was Rand. “I miss you already.” Hearing that his voice sounded so close, even through the phone and as I turned back to wipe my eyes and gather my breath to respond to him on the phone, I felt a soothing touch capture my hand. I felt the same tenderness in his other hand sliding across my cheeks to dab the moist droplets. Breathless, I fell into Rand’s arms. He came back, even if for just this moment. He took me in his arms and I sobbed. I felt his heartbeat and rested my head on his chest. It was only a few more minutes that I had with him but then he was off and dashing through the airport and I could see ahead Maxwell cursing, shaking his head and wondering where Rand had gone off too.
Driving back to our home went by in a blur. Sometimes we just go through the motions of driving, walking and moving about and then suddenly we realize we are at the destination and have completely passed the time it took to get us there. Sitting in the driveway, the air was still and the grounds empty as the band was off traveling once again. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Jillian telling her that we would be spending a lot of time together over these next two, long months. I knew she had not gone to the airport to see Raeford off as they were recently treading on a rough patch in their relationship. She told me most of it was his being played less on stage, but I felt there was more that she hadn’t shared with me yet. I am so thankful that Rand and I had not hit that same patch. We were the polar opposite lately, we could not get enough of each other and it seemed so deep. Perhaps sometimes it was too deep to me that I worried about ever losing him. Jillian responded that many walks in the local park and morning coffee chats and dinners out would help us pass the time. She said she had just heard from Cecile who sounded upset after saying goodbye to Kent earlier too. I had to laugh inside at how all three of us mature women were so strongly tied to these three band men.
I wasn’t sure how the relationships would progress with either of my friends and with Rand’s band mates, but I knew my connection with Rand was solid. It was not going to be severed