As I whipped some mayonaise
on to a loaf of bread...

I still miss her,
the way her thoughts...

There was something
about the way you...

I never understood,
why my eyes seem...

Today,
a customer came in...

I am my own person,
although at times...

I have never been
a spoiled brat...

You were never anything
but...

I have this bacteria,
that feeds itself without...

You always want to dig
deep under my skin...

These words,
place themselves on the tip...

-forgive me,first love..
for yesterday I recollected...