I try to cook 

your recipes by myself

as if I could ever get 

that feeling back as well

 

spinach goes burning

in the sauce 

what was supposed to be gourmet 

gets fucked up

 

I allow myself to be seduced 

by labels at the store

I buy things for two 

so the cashier won’t know 

 

ice cream goes missing

after an hour 

flatware scraping china

sounds like memories etched in bone