Meat & Bread

When we cross paths, every time, I have to catch my breath and look away. It’s all I can do to keep my voice from cracking. My hands tremble too; I tuck them in my pockets. Your Darling Anita did this to you. I could never be her to you. And perhaps, They are your saviors now, and she means nothing. Have you stopped running from your past? Do you truly appreciate what you have? He is watching your every move. May he grow to be a strong man.