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A tune flickered on the radio
As we waltzed into the kitchen
My hand wraps around yours
As I flick on the stove top with the other. 

You grab a pot out of the cupboard 
And I grab the meat from the fridge
You spray down the warming metal 
And I grab out the vegetables

I peel the potatoes gently 
Trying to watch you from the corner of my eyes. 
You tenderize the pork 
Your hands pressing down and squeezing softly

I groan aloud, by mistake
The sizzling and popping have arrived
And I still have carrots to chop.
You turn to smile at me delicately 

The table slams 
And I awake, alone in the kitchen.
It was just another memory 
Of a time, long before now.

The stew warms gradually upon gradient flames
I open the lid to see juices flowing over bite sized pieces of meat
This caused a sensation of heartache and lust
As I stir gently the meat melts away from bone

A shiver runs down my spine as I watch
Like an outsider looking in 
I tear away bit by bit as secretion splashes against potatoes
I no longer care; I know I need this.

I rip and smack until I couldn’t anymore
Just like those forgotten years. 
I place a shaking finger into the stew
Licking away the sweet nectar 

Where are you, I thought
You always made such flavorful fluids
As we laid entangled 
We could create better together now. 

Both older and wiser 
Like the soups of old.
I turn the stew on low as the doorbell rings
I open to see my past. 

You stand in the doorway
Yet again, 
With a stew twice the size of mine
I no longer care, I need this.

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