my careless contagion

The idea wasn’t mine. My friend wanted to go fishing. He’s my friend, so I said yes. I didn’t know it was a weekend-long trip until already committed. So, I reluctantly went fishing. We left Friday evening after dinner, pitching our tent just before dark. I love the smell of a campfire. I don’t know what you think men talk about when they’re together, but it’s not our lives. Lures, sports, bears, shenanigans we used to get into. But all I could think about the entire weekend was you. You were very busy with work all week and I looked forward to spending time with you, only to realize we would not be spending time together. Luckily, the weekend went by quickly, and I was back home Sunday afternoon, scrubbing away the pond smell and scratching insect bites in the shower, wondering how and when I could have you.  I toweled off and put my boxers on, my hair still a mess, and walked down the hallway at the exact moment you left the living room to grab something in the bedroom. You were...

This song gives me goosebumps. I'm not even a Keith Urban fan. Still, it's perfect. This song is about fucking in a car. I mean, if you want it to be, it clearly is. The video is almost pornographic. It reeks of sexuality. But, that's not what I heard the first time I heard this song. I heard my heartstrings playing a slightly different tune.  When you miss someone who used to be in your life, you have these really strange moments when you imagine they are with you. You could be in your car. You could be in the shower. You could be cooking dinner, watching tv, getting ready for bed, whatever. It's almost like they're there. It's that ache that tells you they're not there; it's that ache that sends you back to reality with your tail between your legs, and it's that ache that I hear in this song.  After losing the love of my life, I had those moments all the time. I thought I could conjure her. I could almost feel her lips on mine, could a...