baking with bananas brings me back.
when your love took form of a muffin,
when French was more than an ideal
but something our tongues practiced
with spitting vowels and lingering r's

we were married in French class
down the aisle of our hallway but
you're no longer a part of my life

but you'll remain a part of me
and when I bake banana bread
filled with chocolate chips
ill remember how warm you were
and how beautiful our love could be.