I Can't Tell You Why

           “Why
do you call me kid?”

            “Morgan
it’s not an insult it’s a term of affection, or whatever you want to call
it.  Does it bug you?”

            “It’s ok I guess.”

            He closed his text book and turned
the desk chair around and reached for his
guitar.

            “Don’t just pick.  Play something for me,” I asked.

            He started with the Eagles I Can’t Tell You Why.

             “Look
at us baby up all night tearing our love apart,” he sang “aren’t we the same
two people who live through years in the dark?”
            I listened as he played
through the rest of the song.  I
was amazed at the words and how they sort of related to us. 



Lisa Loomis--(Boy in a Band--a novel) Available on Amazon.com