A Whole Lot of B.S.: a poem about becca strang

Now sugar's my weakness because of you

Starbursts and Reese's, just to name two

But it brings me joy to nosh with you so

To talk about boys and hear what you know

To bike around town and jog by the lake

To laugh at each other and faux pas that we make

Oh, where had you been for twenty-plus years,

Hiding in hay-stacks and absent of tears?

Searching in mountains for men with red cheeks

Or living out stories of which you now speak?

And now we're together, and again we will be

Many more days to enjoy, you and me

For now let's remember the times that we've shared

And hold on tightly to the dreams we've compared

We drank our tea and whistled our tunes

We've shared our cake, but never our spoons

Good-byes are for wusses, and we aren't such twits

In matter of fact, we're proud of our wits

So this is my poem for Becca, my boo

Now sugar's my weakness, because you are too.