Jun 30, 2005 23:15
i stay the night
we sleep in separate beds
and i wake in the morning to the smell of burnt chocolate sauce
"what are you doing?"
I ask, yawning my way into your tiny kitchen.
"cooking pancakes,"
you reply, smirking.
i'm exhausted from lack of sleep
and from trying to keep up with your ego
who is a tiny puppy begging to be let out and played with
i have not the time nor the energy to say, "fetch"
just to see how far it can run.
so caught up are you
in the folds of your past
that you can't begin to recreate your future
so close are you
to your own reflection
that you can't see what's right at the end of your nose
it is only now that i realise
how it is you operate
something this smooth must certainly be deadly
it is only now that i realise
how unaware you are of your presence
in my life, and in the lives of those we both love
and it is only now that i realise
that you can't cook pancakes
but i say nothing
as i help myself to seconds
and drown my breakfast in burnt chocolate sauce