For Elizabeth
Location
there was a time when i sat in her kitchen.
i ate cookie dough straight out of the bowl.
and She did too
i explored every topic of conversation.
and at the end of the night,
i looked down to find that there was no cookie dough left.
and She did too
later that month i listened to her tears
i mixed cookie dough again
but this time, it was in my kitchen
not hers.
and i did not eat it straight out of the bowl
i didn’t eat any at all.
i wrote a note on lined paper
and tied it up with a rosey bow
it embraced the box
how I had hugged her and her tears.
later that day, i gave her the box of untouched cookies
now i sit alone in my own home.
i eat my sadness straight out of my heart
but She does not
i explore every explanation I can find
and throughout the night
I listen to my own tears
but She does not
I have not spoken to her since.