gone stale

you bite down
into
the bread roll
but it's
stale. hard
and crusted.
no heat
will bring it
back to
the doughy
softness it
was born with,
no amount
of butter or
jam upon
its stiffend
skin will
make it
good enough
to eat again.
you remember
how it came out
from the oven.
warm and inviting.
the sweet smell
of love
in the air, but
it's stale now.
like you
and me.