It hurts to eat breakfast
Snaps pitter patter right on past
Into what's now what I hoped never be
A part of our past
Eggys, milky white yellow
Perfectly poached pleasure
Snap snap
Photographs
The lenses of my eyes like twirling into
The last time you saw me
And I hopped into your car
As you drove on by
Accidentally cried
You said I looked like I was doin' really well
Bringing me breakfast in bed
Coffee in the morning but never quite
How I take it
You had to go
You chose you.

I become the best me I could become
Iridescent beaming light
Moon water in sight
Dancing as a wolf
You live down the street
I wonder if you use the holographic silverware
Or if you ever returned the pink dish rack
The pink lights lining the walls
Lining the outline of my body
Under the Aztec styled blanket
A fellow libra aesthetic
You were a fellow libra aesthetic.

I mourn you now
I mourn you in a quiet, so quiet
Calm and like I've finally paused to look at the wall
And start to dismantle it down.

Its November now
Tides ebb and flow
They carry me into the
Hawaiian sunset
You said once I always wrote about other men
In my poetry about you.

I don't talk to you anymore
Because breakfast hurts
And I'll never cook
Or eat it
Quite the way I did when I was with you
And you were mine
And I was yours
But breakfast hurts and I counted on you
I counted on you to be strong enough.

And then in autumn colored turned summer
Smatterings of color
You posted about me
Like I was part of your past.

So that's why
Breakfast hurts.