and she's eating it
while flipping through flashcards
studying, i presume, the chemical effects
of the oven's heat on the eggs and flour
that combine to
become something wonderful.
with the smell of chocolate
and coffee wafting, and
the sounds of damien rice
and brett dennen ringing
in my ears,
and the sweet memories
of you
lying next to me
coursing through my mind,
i have found contentment
on this dreary november sunday.
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