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Breakfast

The most important meal of the day

By AJPublished about a year ago 1 min read

We talk about our views on war over pancakes

The word inevitable rests on your lips And it’s saved for

coffee refills

And the current climate of Europe

We share stories of our past lives and glances over the syrup selection

Your eggs are sunny side up, which is exactly how I’d describe you

You ask why I’m quiet,

but I’m too busy wondering when this booth will hold our ghosts, if this will become another meal I can never eat at a restaurant I can never frequent

It will be haunted by my rare smile and your endless laughs and undeniably my heart

, to answer you

A splotch of sticky dried up syrup pins me into my side of the vinyl red booth,

but I wouldn’t ever think of leaving anyways.

I want to stay right here for a while and eat pancakes drink bad coffee, eavesdrop on the couple behind us and talk about things we probably shouldn’t in public

Here is nice, and they serve breakfast

Free Verse

About the Creator

AJ

Because locking myself in a dimly lit house on the seaside and feverishly pouring my soul out on a typewriter is not available to me right now

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