Sunday Boy
You were my sunday boy
You felt like Andy Griffith church days
And ice cream on the porch
You were everything good
Kind to all
And smiled twice as much as me
You were honey
Never ice
Except for the chills you sent down my back
We’d go for walks in the sunshine
We’d talk
But mostly laugh
Sudoku over my shoulder
Someone I wouldn’t shut up about
Sharing a hot drink in a paper cup
You were a rare one
One I loved
And desperately wanted to keep
Obviously
From the tone of this poem
That didn’t happen
My sunday boy
Really was too good for me
Copyright © Shea-Lyn Cunningham | Year Posted 2022
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