Again


I watch the season’s greetings begin as others prepare to enjoy the holidays. However, this is the time of year when I begin to hibernate. 

In order to survive the barrage of memories, I drink my dinner and dream for dessert.

 I hover at the edge of the kitchen, reluctant to walk in and try again. All I can do is remember the days when I conjured dishes in the kitchen just to see her smile. 

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