and it smells awful
once it gets down to smoking
blacked, caramelized
burnt candy glaze,
and the heart
-shaped glass tray
that I gave you, that
you'd been making
it in, saved
for special occasions only
will explode, crack!
and spray little arrows
of cutting glass and hot,
sticky residue
all over the place,
the moment you try
to move it
- suddenly remembered, if not
rescued, suddenly you
rushed in from the other room,
to the back burner
you left it on for too long,
what a waste.
I will always guess-wish
that secretly, you
had been looking forward to actually
digging into this. So
sweet,
like a song, so full
of all good things,
now gone.
Despite
the invisible shards
and ruined flavors, you
almost have to try
some. And close your eyes,
and imagine
savor.
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