i remember your muffins

i was at the farmers market

the other day, and bought

a muffin.

a cinnamon muffin

with

brown sugar

sprinkled on top.

i looked around

but you weren't there, but

after one bite i knew that

it was your muffin.

the soft crumble of it all.

i'd know your muffins

anywhere,

in the dark, in the cold.

on a raft in the middle

of the ocean,

in a storm.

i'll always remember the first

bite of the first muffin

you baked for me.

the taste, the smell,

the goodness of it, being you.

i'll remember it for the rest

of my life.