You Know I Did Love You

…on a Sunday morn, against the ever watchful and furtive glances of bird feeders, who enjoy the occasional, yet so gentle breeze; the vibrant façade of this kirk and voices of hummingbirds, in the rays of my morning orb, you suddenly appear before me, with echoes of our yesteryears; your sad, sad face reminds me of happy, happy times that you once etched in my heart; now you came, with desire of wanting me back, I know, for I can feel it as I listen to your whisper to the wind “I still love you!” “Great, just great! You know I did love you, but it is too late now Honey!” my eyes silently answer; …the vibrant façade of this kirk and voices of hummingbirds have already intertwined, with resounding wishes and marching of bird feeders, to part our ways, for eternity.