The melting of honey-hearts

She sat across from me, her deep aubern locks framing her face like a glorious portrait. Her eyes lit up as she spoke, words of such beauty they entered my heart like honey on warm toast and it melted away inside of me.

The sunlight dappled across her features and I sat transfixed, speechless at her wonder. Calmly she took my hand and pressed it against her. She was warm and soft, like porridge fresh from the pan, and as she gazed into my eyes I turned away in shame and regret. Who was I to face such an angel? who was I to sit here with her face to face? I shook my head,

I was nobody.

When I wept it was unclear if it was from heartbreak or the mace, but one things for sure; she has a grip like a vice and she held on until the police arrived despite my writhing and screaming.

Now, as I sit here alone, I can't help but wonder now how things between Carly and me could have been different...

If only I had said the right things,

If I had limited myself to just 25 phone calls a day,

If I hadn't bought her two kilogram bags of flour as a present,

If I had decided to wear clothes that day....


- Toledo