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I didn’t know

It would be a frying pan

That hit me.

It was such a simple act

making eggs —

That cracked my heart

Wide Open.

Broken shells

Two perfect Yolk

Now running

from being struck on the side

of this simple, thoughtful gift

you once gave me.

As I grab the handle

and turn up the heat

The loss of you

Sears me.

The mere sight

Of that

Unassuming skillet

Brought a fresh form of

unexpected sorrow.

Scrambling

My feelings once again.