spoon / knife
Every time I offered my heart on a plate,
it was for a high price.
It was not easily given - no junk food
but prepared, decorated,
and delicious;
prepared for so much
more pain
as for so many more
wonders.
A unique experience other people waited for,
even for years.
Often it was rather taken for granted
than as the special gift the world
brought to them in a moment
they did not appreciate it as greatly
as they could have.
Though, for the few times it was received
as the wonderfully
terrific and curious dish
you cannot get enough of,
where you feel the urge
to cry
before you even started
because in a short while
it could all be gone -
These are the tastes
that keep you alive
and keep you hoping
to find it again.
Because Nostalgia will always be there
to keep you in the past
while
Memories will always be there
to keep you looking forward
to the possibility of another bite.
