“The Soul with No Leak at the Seam…”

Moment: “Mercy Street” comes on my iTunes. I am with her in her sister’s car driving south from Seminole. It is 1986.

I don’t have any idea what I might say to her if I had that moment to live again. I do know that I am living it again right now, on Mercy Street.

Young. Lost. Dark. Where were we going?

Less than two years later, she would leave me.

She was gone. Has anything ever wounded me as much? Maybe that night on Mercy Street, southbound out of Seminole in the middle of the night in her sister’s Jaguar, dreaming of Mercy.