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