a cliché story you don't want to hear

he went to a church every Sunday, Saturday night sometimes.

while i prayed five times a day.

my mama told me that he was a good man.

but not for me.

all my friends told me it was a mistake, a sin.

yes, i know it better.

my self told me to back away, to leave, to give up.

and i did.

still, i was glad [among all of people] our path crossed [in a cliché way.]