Andy Livingston

I was scrolling through Facebook and read the status update of a dear friend of mine. It was about a dream he had about a former love. He described being able to taste the whisky on his lips after kissing him in the rain; the warmth of his familiar embrace; and the eventual disappointment upon awakening to find his arms empty, and his lips tasting of nothing. He ended the status update with the phrase “I wish I never dreamed.” It struck me, and I thought of all the many who have waltzed in my arms for a night, only to be cruelly taken away when dawn comes. Sometimes that night can last for years…I think the idea resonates with many of us. If I could only hold him again…The song came almost immediately. I went to the piano, hit record on my phone, and played it through almost in its entirety.