I used to think
that applesauce
was the ultimate food
but now I've got it
cold and delicious
and I want pudding instead
But if I get pudding
I won't finish the applesauce
and if I finish the applesauce
I won't have room for pudding
This is my dilemma
but as long as I am typing
I am holding off eating
or not eating the applesauce
And I think we've changed
This thing
This relationship
I think it's shifted
and I'm not sure what it means
(That I'm taking you out for dinner
or lunch
That you've got some quirky idea
and that you have plans at all
makes me smile
That you make me happy
I make you happy
That I trust you, really
And it's a bit shocking)
These pudding cups
are such a vice
so addictive
(but I finished my applesauce; see?)
Even better frigid
thick and delicious
When they melt
I just want to melt
Like when you say "I love you"
with that certainty