Sunday, January 25, 2015

the baked farewell

a spoon of regret,
a pinch of
sorrow. one half
cup of tears,
a farewell note
or two of fond
memories, for
good measure.
some salt for the
wounds, but no.
all baked for a week
or three then,
sprinkled
with sugar,
just in case she
gets a late night
craving and wants more
of you later.

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