I really don't mind the sweet pasta.
Slipping through the spaces of the fork.
A little salt and pepper to tweak it a bit.
Feeling like this kitchen here with you is home.
Warm and filled with a smell I always loved.
Deprived of you until today.
I was really hungry
But for you anyway.
A simple mess we can dread on cleaning
But it's okay cause we'll do it together.
I'll explain how long my day was
And you'd ask me to elaborate more on whatever I said
I'll have nothing to say and laugh
And have a difficult time eating slippery sweet pasta with you in this cold kitchen.