more often. I miss your
light love in the mornings,
because it reminds me of
sunrises and whitewashes
mountains.
I ate an all consuming
omelet and bacon, having
within it morsels of tomatoes,
peppers, onions, and that
love of mine known as
cheese.
Lunch was combination
of the above, later
satisfied by a fruit snack
or two and a lovely glass of
water.
Dinner caught me by surprise,
as my stomach announced
unexpectedly that it was mad.
I cooked two eggs, the first
failing to melt on toast, with
lovely garlic goat cheese atop.
Later, my stomach protested still,
and so after calling in reinforcements
we made bow-ties with vodka sauce.
I was quite content until ten, when I
ate the leftover chips, and then proceeded
to brush my teeth and dream about
what I would eat today.
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