Yes Chef

I like the way

you savor my jokes and my breasts

equally.

I don’t mind being an ear to tales

of

your longing for past mistakes.

All I need is your smile and

I can wield the knife they don’t trust you with.

We kissed once ago

just out of memory’s grasp.

I’d be lying if I said love

but I don’t talk with just anyone

’til the sun comes up.

And when it came time to part

it hurt me when you looked away.

You left without a goodbye

so i don’t think

you’d ever want me

now.