I remember when I spilled the sugar
Making coffee that was much too old for me
Making it sweeter than it was ever supposed to be
Mini shards of sweetness cascaded over the counter and floor
I looked away to not see you anymore
You never chided
Never swore
Treated me with a peace I never knew before
We cleaned it up
No arguments
At the end you had to lament
Was I used to punishment? Was I always so quick to repent?
She wasn't perfect
But neither am I
I will always appreciate how she never forced me to trade our eyes