On the first of never, I saw your face, a speck of hope amongst a world crowded
with disdain. Your strong cheekbones held a history of abuse within them, your
jawline was a path of unfulfilled dreams that you never had the confidence to
chase.
Your lips, your lips hummed a melody as sweet as honeysuckle nectar. Songs filled
with spiritual uplift and unwavering belief dropped from your lips to mine--you
made me believe there was something greater.
And then one day you left me. There was no sign or sound, just the letter that laid
upon a pillowcase laden with a musky scent of fear.
"Michelle, on the first of never I knew that you were the one for me. And I knew
then that I couldn't have you."
Michelle Bowen