Sunday, November 28, 2021

winter breakfast

how can you not fall
in love with someone who yells
up the stairs
and tells you
breakfast is ready, come and
get it.
the smell of bacon
rising to the bedroom,
eggs
and waffles.
coffee in the air.
you hear the pop of the toaster.
the fridge door
opening and being closed.
how could this not be the girl
you've waited for
your whole life?

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