Like liquid charm syrup

Easing in slowly, slipping, sliding into a comfortable place

Sticky, clinging, sweet to taste…

Then boldly walked away

Straight out the exit of another fantasy life

Without looking back

No explanation

No warning

No justification

Caught upside down in the emotional clouds

Hot daydreams, night sweats of unfinished business, and soon-to-be regrets

She fell through the trap door

He slid out the back

Left no trace

Left no tracks

Without permission

Left crashed up to spiritually die

But like a broken-winged butterfly, trapped in a winter attic-

God’s plan was to rebuild, live, love again, and successfully survive.

FC Hickombottom 2-17-22