You're still on my mind
the way you taste, and the way
you make me feel.
The world moves fast,
and soon, the time will be here again.
Instead of a turkey,
you've carved pieces of my heart
and reminded me of all the things I've forgotten.
The aches and pains that have taken
over the empty spaces between
the hands on the clock
work, bills,
pieces of my most intimate self
I've traded to sustain a living.
You've carved these pieces of my heart,
as savory as they can be,
and fed them to me,
showing me that the world isn't
that miserable
regardless of the fake smiles in a
fast-moving world.
My favorite time of the year comes
quicker, followed by my favorite
season.
Thank you for showing up,
and allowing us to feast on the parts
of ourselves we always seem to forget.
Next year, this time will come around
faster.
Until then, I'll savor the way you taste
and how good it feels to be around you
