Breakfast and BS

                        (Eggs, fruit medley and fumbling excuses for crescent rolls and gooseberry jam.)

Now I start my days with trivial things like planning breakfasts and meals.
Setting my schedule around the time you consumed,
rolling over to a cooking recipe instead of your heartbeat;
stirring the eggs and kneading the bread instead of the kinks in your neck;
slicing the fruit and setting it gently in place, instead of placing myself in your arms.
I'll keep it up and let the bitter coffee be my daily muse instead of your smile;
the one that made me feel so alive.