Hot mugs of coffee

and a conversation, for two.

Oh, how I wish I could share this pancake,

and all my new whispers with you.

This sugared oatmeal

 exactly like the memories that we made,

Both licked clean with no old trace

The first by me and the next by fate.

The fresh creamy butter

On this soft slice of bread,

spreads so smoothly immitating the nature

of your promises made and  sweet lies said.

This scrambled egg, so very messy

and spicy tasting like fire

 Just like our love to the world

Just like all our untouched dreams and desires

Today is breakfast so sumptuous

reminds me of every little thing we felt and did.

How like the sugar in my coffee

in vivid bitterness of life we hid

All the things on this table

Reminded me of how time flew,

I wonder why back then we burnt it all,

I wonder what made everything so blue?

And then it all hit me up again,

like the omlet still frying on the pan.

That like the steam over this cup of tea,

Away from love's warmth you ran.

   I realize it was all a joke

   Just a delicious lie to you,

   But nevermind, I'll just enjoy my breakfast

   and slurp the undrunk coffee for two.