At first I didn’t understand you, in time I came to accept and embrace you.
Oh the times we shared. You impressed and amazed me.
I wanted to capture your substance, your flavour, your artistry.
You helped me express myself, my habits, personality, preferences. Even weaknesses.
You sated me.
Physically and extravagantly. I devoured you.
And yet I desired more. To have you alone was not enough. I became boastful.
I tarnished our experience by gloating unreasonably. Our moments reduced. Familiarity gone. My appetite had consumed our love.
Alas we were nauseated.
The affair had run it’s course. It wasn’t you who changed. It was me.
It was gluttony.
I will heed the lessons I’ve learnt. Content myself with intimacy. Not braggadocio.
And I’ll fulfil myself again. It’s my desire. I may even over indulge. For I am weak to the pleasures.
But it cant be with you. It will be exclusive.
I WILL be exclusive!
Each meal I’ll sit and reflect on the times we had, but know our shared moments are gone.
Goodbye food photography. You will be posted no more.