- May 9, 2023
As soon as I think that
I’ve forgotten
the feel of your lips,
moist,
The warmth of your
voice, I think of
the way you’d show
your love with the oven,
and all of a sudden
I remember.
With a knowing grin you’d turn
the knob to gas mark four, I adored
the spot of flour on your nose as you rose
and fell, gliding across the marble floor.
Stay away from the oven, you’d warn.
You’d melt the butter with your heart,
crack the eggs with a smile, and all the while
be whipping up the purest of cream, I dream
of a world that could’ve been.
With you still here, beside me.
The oven beeps, reminding me
of your ECG machine, the clean
hospital floor, doctors saying no more
could be done.
It had been too long.
You cut me a slice and my heart splits in two.
As you hand me the bigger piece, I cease all motion and stare into your eyes as you fade away. Leaving only a tear on my cheek, my soul in the dark, and the sweet taste of chocolate To reside in my heart.