Sweet As Honey

We arrive early and stay late. Some showing up fashionably late. There were violins heard, a nice place a low roar.

We gather more frequently where we enjoy the conversations those who love incidental contact, the intimate moments we share. These incremental moments are not anyone’s fault, we have to do it we just love to. We have had a few drinks and then all of a sudden when we started to get up to leave I accidentally fell down on top of her. We laughed.

Every night I get tired, so I go to bed rather early. It’s definitely summer time, the weather is hot and sultry. After a good night’s rest I will be outside of first light. This is in the early mornings to have a walk, there is a park nearby.

There’s a place where the locals like to go, many share the sidewalks via the neighborhood streets to go to a park. They share the outdoors via the residential streets going along the way to the park. There’s more streets, freeways, businesses on the boulevards where to shop. It is near the expressway projects, the highway infrastructures and beside of the road are the public bus stops. Sometimes there exists a terrible filth, a smell of such disgusting nature, there’s a strong stench present and I can smell it. This must be pollution.

There standing out there in the fields at a reserved plantation nearby I can see they’ve got beehives all around and that’s all I know. It looks like they’ve got new help, new hired hands. Here looms trouble, I think so no doubt. There’s more to be reckoned or learned about than to just be standing around yet still, they’ll never know, they’re too young.

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Now here’s an instance of caring, as definitively as one could also as determined. So I have come here this morning, to this job site to ask the up and coming, the one who works with the bees and you know I’m concerned about her because I should be and we eventually all will want to help. I ask her, “Where is your house sitter, also what is this BuzzFeed? Did you know this person, his name was Thinning d’Ous De Beer, he was a cool hipster dude back in the day? Take care of yourself my Darling!” There was small talk. She’s rather young,

Where will I find the strength and fortitude to forgive her mother, to love this person I see working diligently, to live and let live after all these years? You love the ones and hate the others, those you love will turn against you, those you hate will forgive you. I forgive you, now all I ask is will you forgive me? It’s amazing that I want this girl to succeed.

I spoke to her mother summarily,

“Thank you for your clemency and for forgiving me. I get the all clear to speak to our daughter and you’re not delineating astuteness of my ways. We are strengthened by forgiving others, for this I thank you!”

I knew her mother, we grew up together, this was in the same neighborhood where we both lived. There were many of us younger people. We rode our bicycles everywhere, riding them on the streets going over to our friends house, up to the little town, to school and back through our neighbor’s yard and on to their lawns. It was here in this community where we attended the same schools and many of the churchiness functions together. I knew her, I liked her and I was quite attracted to her. I would see her in the group hanging out with the others, many who were our friends. We were all about the same age.

I probably never really got over her, I never knew her as well afterwards as such, not after those years that we spent together. But as time goes by we change, we were all growing up and of course at home, obviously together with our families, our families who protected us. Now because of those years, I don’t remember too much. Well, maybe I do remember the part about my best friends and the times we shared together, yet I was never held accountable for anything, anything to do with her child not like an adult. I would have been a no show every now and then.

Spartans sports and the extracurricular activities like this after school, the track teams, the girls and of course the intramural sports games. Maybe for me as with her, a cat and mouse game, flirting with her when her boyfriend wasn’t around and I have to tell you that showing off in front of her was intoxicating. Now there’s another one of formal dating.

And if I had seen anyone of my friends or her, I would run towards them as if something exciting was going to happen. And then on other occasions, if I had seen them another time, I’d run away from them for a little while. Later, I didn’t know that I would drift away from my friends for good. And dating was just a stupid game of ‘Acceptance’.

Quirks as we were, quitting at an early age. We needed guidance from the adults.

Now this one is for her daughter. This one’s for you my Sweet Darling!

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