Sitting next to me 

Screaming in my face

I search for momentos collected over the time. 

Picking up pieces 

Some broken, a few cracked

Weaving stories for laughs now and forever.

Singing out loud 

To numb what still burns

Sizzling in the pan is a breakfast for two.

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