Honey,
I hope you know I loved you on purpose.
I loved you down to my sugar bones.
Please trust that in all this silence,
my prayers have been howling to the moon for years.
And despite all my wild stillness,
I still speak of you as home.
As a kindness.
As a dream.
You were always sweet like Honey.
But, my darling,
I never belonged with the bees.
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