Saturday, December 30, 2017

French toast

French toast




But..you settled for pancakes..a lot like me.

Yes, I know I'll never be her. You talk about her at every turn.

But..she's there and I'm here and I make you coffee and we get together quite a bit.

She lived in some wonderful glassed apartment. I live with my grandmother.

Still, we find our way up the sharp stairs at night. Sometimes, you don't leave until almost noon.

Its a good thing I like your smile and wonder if you've ever been in a teen angst movie.

Until then..I'll make you pancakes when to talk of French toast and a faraway love you haven't seen in years.

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