Honey Love

There was a time when you said I was your ‘one and only’. A time when your words blew threw me like a rolling wind. A time when we lived together. We had a small apartment that overlooked a church yard. Most nights we'd sleep on the kitchen floor. I remember you always insisted that it was the most spiritual place in the house. Then came the time when you left. The time when you made it crystal clear that you were done. I watched as you went out that cold November morning to get a carton of milk and never came back. A few hours later I followed after you - thinking to myself that you'd always been a little bit too good for this world.