Breakfast

I want to make breakfast with you

Hear the sizzling of the bacon in the oven

Your eggs in a skillet

I miss the little dances we did in that kitchen

Music lightly playing

Your name falls from my lips like syrup

Thank goodness I’m making pancakes.

I want to take our plates - stacked tall with food we won’t finish - back to the bedroom

Makeshift TV trays

A movie I said I would watch

The sweet smiles you gave me when you noticed I was distracted by you

Cuddles under the quilts

Drifting off to sleep again

I want to make breakfast with you

I miss the way it felt when things were different

I don’t care about the truth

I know how you feel

I don’t believe you that it was never anything

I don’t believe anyone that says I’m just lonely

You would still be the you I miss

If anyone else had broken my heart

Will you come over?

Can we make breakfast together?