honea byrne

I went back to the old spots where Carmelita and I went. Told myself I went to these places to remember how strong our love is. The truth was, is, I was preparing myself for when this all goes bad. Tonight, I am at The Coral. Waiting for the waitress,  I look over the gulf coast beaches at the beautiful sun set. I keep trying  to focus on the sun. My attention is drawn to the couples holding hands.  Then back to my cellphone on the table. It's been too long. Should I call her again to only get no answer. I have all sorts of scenarios going through my mind. Her with a new man. Her parents forbidding her to see me. She probably lied and went back to her husband who lives in Virginia. She just didn't want to tell me the truth. She wants to keep me on the sidelines as her back up plan if and when it goes wrong with him. Oh what the hell am I thinking. She's probably helping her parents get settled. It's only been four days now. Then at the speed of desperation I dial

Sleeping alone is the hardest part. I haven’t had much sleep. Used to her by me. I come close to falling asleep at work. I look at the photo of her and I above my computer. I hate this. I thought I had something special now she’s gone. I look at my cellphone for the tenth time today. No call from her.  “You got those reports ready,” the boss says passing by.  “Yes mam.” I haven’t even started. My phone rings. Her. “How come you haven’t called?” I ask. “It hasn’t even been a day… They have the prettiest view of the sunset. We been looking for several houses. I think we found one in our budget… “  I want to ask her if I can come up to see her. It might be too soon. Maybe I should just let it go. I should be working. Yet if I hang up she may not call me back. There’s a lot of money on this project I’m doing for work I could get in a lot of trouble if I don’t finish it by tomorrow. I can finish it at home. “It just doesn’t seem to be the same without you.” “I kno

Immediately after she told me the news she came on strong like these time together would be the last. I feared asking what would happen to her and me.                   She couldn’t keep her hands off of me. She couldn’t keep her hands off of me at movie theaters during the day, during the late hours, audience, and no audience. “I want popcorn.” “That’s probably not a good idea.” “Why don’t you think it’s a good idea?” She whispered in my ear, then trying to stick her tongue down my inner ear canal. “It might be old. I heard from some where that they often recycle popcorn, pick it up off the floor. If that’s what you want though.” Took about ten minutes to get back to the movie. “Put it in your lap.” I did as she told. She put her hand in the popcorn and started fondling me. She couldn’t keep her hands off of me at the beach during the day; during the night, with and without people there. “Aghh, uggh. Stubbed my toe on a freaking rock.” “That typ of rock uh? On

I've been granted another chance at love. Everything is coming together so perfect. We've been dating over three months now. To make this three month anniversary special I've decided to take her to a nice place. Been saving money to do this. It's going to be expensive-SHE'S WORTH IT. Is it what is really going on? Or, is it what I am told? Am I doing what is told to me to do? Are someone else’s words taking control of my life? I wonder as the song  “Addicted to love” plays.                                                  “Your mind is not your own.” “Have you put the report together?” Mrs. Stephenson enters into my office distracting my thoughts. “No I haven’t. I’m getting close.” I reply.  "I want them by the end of the day.” She is always so authoritative. Likes to micromanage. She stomps away. I stare at the excel report on my office computer. Then I bring youtube back up and type some classical music in the search. I look at the