As I pack my favourite cookware
remember meals you thought were swell
I fall into this sad reverie
of broken-hearted hell… 

I will miss the fervor of your appetite
for the food I pleased you with
and cannot help but question
was the whole thing but a myth…

Did I just imagine you
as my version of the fable
the one in which I serve it all
put that shit out on the table…? 

~MyLa: undernourished, craving the new, craving more
August, 06, 2016