As the cold syrup lurched out of the curved tip. Noticeably cold from the lack of fluidity, almost of molasses.

Her waffles laid there untouched, but broken from the pan, she was sad.

The noise between the two was friendly but old.

The grass green plates complimented the gritty ground while the wind willowed through the feeders.

While the last drop hit the squares, the waffle rested, its pours filled with a sticky chill. Putting the cap on he sat, pulling out his chair he ate.

The two ate their breakfast each with their own mug, white curved steam rose from the mugs and disappeared with sips.

Their love was much like the sips, taking away from what once was.

The divorce papers were in the middle, the centerpiece of the table you could say.

Cold syrup lay dorment.

I am a construct of everything before and yet to come, yet I feel like every piece is jagged and roughed by time and ware. That’s merely a thought as I remember the beach with its sea. Stones with age fall victim to its erosion and smooth perfection. We go through life and every quirky curve is turned to ease just to please. Well I am me and I am pleased.

The floorboards are creaking while the faucets drip franticly, wind whistling through notches watching waiting for its breeze to blast them in, outside the whisper of the wind found its hole in the frame of the door, the faint footstep of my perished family paired together, angered by unknowing truths, THE HOUSE SPEAKS, husband and daughter rejoice we must all be together as one forever our house to be, BLAM! (loud shotgun noise).

Watching you Struggle with Every Pony Tail

Your Need to Pet Every Dog

Your Smile and its Creases

Sweatshirt and Leggings Days

Your Butts Birthmark

Your Nose

You

Honestly the world today is scary,

with more deaths then the day before, worse weather with every storm, helpless animals and damaged ecosystems

but honestly that’s not the scary part,

we're the scary part, the people as a whole

as we hurl trash at one another at a conclusion of a football game

or the constant societal separation as big companies use us for money blinded by our purchased accessories,

what’s even scarier is the unknowing of the world and the story’s that have been made, for us to live up in this so-called harmony.

I see you in hallways, or while driving about

you make my heart spout while my knees give out.

I imagine you’re lips taste like fruit with skin soft and smooth as if a sandy desert eroded your rough edges.

I'd love you in the morning while our bed head hair poked in all different ways

and during the day while we're away I’d crave the way you fit while you lay.

Forgetting these luxury’s that come with you, is the only way to get over you, as no words have yet been said with no action done, I glance and search, as I don’t know who and where you are.

My love you could be anywhere, our glances have yet to gleam, but I have billions to see and a million to greet, I just hope we meet.

That’d be neat.