#youwillgetthroughthis
The scent fills my kitchen
Powerfully of garlic and cumin
Crockpot steaming as chili heats
With the aroma of coriander
Wafting to the neighbors
As the lamb begins to broil
The kitchen is awash
As the fragrance of yeast grows
sweet bread baking in the oven
Cinnamon and nutmeg
Dance a pirouette delectably
As apple pie cools
This kitchen is alive
The delights that we shared here
We made love once
It was on a cold night after dinner
Right there on that counter
Currently occupied by flour
This kitchen has grown cold
Only salt and pepper do remain
like sentinels to lost times
The microwave dings
It's all I use since you left
TV dinner turns to ash in my mouth
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC
I didn't care what it cost.
To be right there in your arms.
Now I know the price I've paid,
Left alone on the bed we've made.
'Cause you don't love the person right infront of you,
I'll starve myself to be kept in your view.
Complete my tithe,
Replete my sacrifice.
Because this prison is warm
I must suffice.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC