Out of the corner of my eye,
You rushed in
Like an eccentric, oddly
Reflecting little of your truths.
And so, in front of me
Was a bowl of acquired taste,
So s t i c k y and soft,
So strange and prickly
On my taste buds;
It wasn’t unpleasant.
A new experience for a new season,
Like a flowering fruit in spring,
I have grown to like you more –
So much so that I boast of you.
Unlike anything else,
You were that something special –
Perhaps no longer a staple,
But the distance grows as the days go by.
I’ll make time for you, always,
Yet, the kitchen remains empty.
Have I outgrown this season?
Often, I find myself thinking
About the dining table,
And quiet reflections
Purposed in our time together.
It is only now,
The shells have fallen from my eyes,
And casts a dark shadow
During difficult days
And neglected nights.
A strange bean to become
Only the most bizarre of comforts;
To which I will express
A subtle smile in excitement
To meet again.
And time again
I will say,
気にしてくれてありがとう。
水 