the pecans i buy are not for me, can’t justify a price tag like that on myself
but when i see them on the grocery store shelves where the star bucks baristas know me by name all i think about is you
pecan sandies, mostly but it goes good with pumpkin, too and i know you’d agree
and i think about all these things i have baked for you, like trying to fill that hollow place in both of us with sustenance will make that darkness a little less oppressive
who’s to say it won’t?
and there must be something holy in the flour dusted on my black shirt, hot oven in an even hotter kitchen when you asked me so sweetly for something i had never made before and how am i supposed to say no
how could i?
and you weren’t mine to love, much less fall in love with
but, just the same, that’s not something i can bring myself to regret