Farewell delicious citrus companion,
For three years we shared our breakfast table,
Breaking the night's fast together as one,
And now, you gone, and I, miserable.
Three-fold were your sweet sunshine hued fruit rinds,
Melded too with sugars from cane filled isles.
Our love connection, forged by taste and mind,
Child of copper-bottomed pot, yielding smiles.
On your empty jar my eyes now alight,
Glazed remnants, windswept oceanic smears,
A cartograph of gold tinted delights,
The vacuum you leave fills me with tears.
How crushing now, the thought of undressed toast,
Come the breaking day, I'll miss you the most.
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