"Crumb Control to Captain Munchie:
Any sign of foreign debris?"

"Negative. We've got Berry Crackles to the East,
Marshmallows to the West,
Graham Crackers at your six.
No imminent danger at this time.
Will inform upon foreign sugar filled morsel encounter.
Over!"

A canvas of possibility,
colored magnificently for the occasion,
yet inevitably disposable.
Though my life be short,
I witness the Joy of my purpose.
And they love me for it.

Missed by the broom,
hiding in the open beneath a
ticking clock.
I am the unnoticed eye
watching your treacherous acts.
You insult each other with names like 'Dirt' and 'Filth',
yet my hands are the cleanest.
Hated and despised
you walk and trod all over me.
Yet it is I who guards ancient castles

Fish,
My Fish,
Oh, My Fish.

A lazy slave takes advantage of their master.

A lazy master condemns themself.

The storm on the sea is calmed
The twilight begins to shine through
The tear in my eye is like a raging waterfall
Keeping at bay the demons that fight in you

A little girl emerges from the inner deep
A hand dives in from the outer wall
They meet in the middle
And dance a dance only found at a ball

She gives him a sublime key, so black
He treats it like gold
For if she collapses from exhaustion
He can unlock the only door to her heart, he was told

As the years pass
When he’s away and she regresses back
She’ll remember the key to her heart
And how it is no longer black

He comes home every night
To find his dream come true
He thinks to himself hourly
I’m glad I’m the only one for you.

I miss the smell of your skin...
I miss the warmth of your breath, grazing my ear against your mouth...
I miss the sound of the ever so slight sound as you run across the room to hug me...
I miss the taste of your lingering sweet kisses after a good morning squigglepounce...
I miss the embarrassed look in your eyes after I fully find myself in you...

And I haven't even met you yet.