I miss you.
Your love was like a blessing,
Nothing I thought I'd ever see,
Something I surely didn't deserve.
Your name.
Like sweet honey on my tongue,
like an annoying buzz in my friends ears.
But now,
The honey burns.
Still just as sweet,
Yet it burns in my throat,
Bringing tears to my eyes.
Do you share those tears?
Is my name like honey on your tongue,
Or does it burn like hot chilli?
Do you look back and think,
'It was good whilst it lasted but I'm happy it's done'
Or does a lump form in your throat,
Of deep regret.
