Meals of Memories
Surrounded by wonderful aromas
But all I tasted was sorrow
I choke your favorite meal down
As your memory wets my eyes
How is everyone hungry
When you've just died
I know I must eat
To go on living
But what is the point of life
If you aren't doing it with me
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