Even the Syrup


I poured syrup over pancakes this morning,

and I watched it drip in small circles,

each droplet first a sphere and then a circle on the plate,

so I would not have to look up to see that you weren't there.

You weren't at the table,

I had travelled here without you,

and even the syrup was lonelier in its circles

without you there to see it.


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