Emergency Sugar

"Sugar," she blurted as I opened my door,

Then conjured a laugh when she saw my confusion. 

She nodded behind her, "I'm in Apartment Four."

"I swear I had some, but that was clearly delusion."

Her brown hair was mottled with some sort of flour

And I swear there was butter next to her ear.

I can tell you the day and the date and the hour

Of when in my life she did first appear.

"Sugar?" I repeated, still completely unsure.

"Emergency Sugar!" she exclaimed with delight.

"You'd save me a trip out to the store,"

"And I hate going out at this time of night."

Her voice echoed birdsong or a spring shower.

And she carried the sun inside of her eyes.

I could feel in that moment a life we'd call "our"

And everything else that true love implies.

"Emergency sugar?" I repeated once more.

But this time infused with impish glee.

"I have some provisions from back in the war

 Come on in, and we can see."

Her laughter carried through days that turned sour

And dark days and bleak days and days best forgotten.

Through sorrow and hardship, the bare and the dour,

Her lightness was always the softest of cotton.

I took out the sugar and gave her a pour

"Aren't you the sweetest?" She gave me a wink.

She slipped and danced her way 'cross the floor,

And vanished from sight before I could think.

Her love was a salve and food to devour

And she was the one who taught me to bloom.

We planted our lives like fields full of flowers

Our fates wove together like threads on a loom. 

I'll see her again, with my whole heart I swore,

For She was the one I’d be foolish to miss.

I walked ‘cross the hall to knocked on her door.

And without second thought asked to give her a kiss.

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NYCMidnight Rhyming Story Challenge 2022
Round 2 Prompts: Romance | Quick Fix | Jovial
Result: Did Not Place