sliced by your soft old hands.
reminding me of crunchy autumn leaves.
Wearing a heavy coat of yellow butter like a duvet,
A satisfying crunch and warm butter flooding my mouth,
awakening my taste buds,
and stirring my heart
with warmth that transcends temperature…
the weather is mild,
but my heart is cool.
And for the first time in near two decades,
I crave the comfort of your toast…