Your Toast

i stand by the toaster waiting for your other half to come up i'll set your slice and half melted butter down and hope that today you'll eat it morning drags on with no one else there the buzzing tv show you'd always watch falls silent now hands dipped in flour wiping away your sniffles i wish i could still find some sitting by the sink every morning i repeat toasting, waiting watching, waiting cooking, waiting every night i close my eyes knowing i'm forgetting one more piece of you today and whoever you were yesterday isn't who i remember you as today your laughter is a little quieter your smile a little blurred around the edges i forget your little fidgeting at the table and how many times you told me you loved me i still remember our routine though at least i have that, right? i'll just wait until you sit down at the table make a face at me and repeat your line all over "you burnt it again"