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Feb 25, 2024
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.