Oh My Honey Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

I miss my honey
her sweet smell
delightful morning dew
lingers day long
after her away.

And here come the old fears.
I know them well like
former neighbors/flatmates.
They cause that overwhelming
self-loathing for assumed disadvantages,
some silly anti-social tendencies,
awkward, weird, omnisciently comical situations,
the constant acceptance of underachievement
and the failure to experience life.

I miss my honey
her good love
keeps old fears away
I find delight in her waking eyes
a view only I can lay claim.