Poetry in a Plate

The element of nothingness and question
Comes with the boldness of seeking passion
Loneliness overshadowing regression
Of lost ones and abandon relations
Silent stares to those whose hands are held tight
Dinner for one, now my fate I hate to see.
The Colton Cafe exhales my memories
The English chef gave me the same meal,
The one that she liked. Every taste
Symbolising her smile, every grain of rice
Reminding me of what was mine,
Every bite of that rare steak, the image of this broken heart,
Every onion that made me cry in a plate that made you smile,
now i come to understand pain without exertion
Yet, I pretend to be whole, for in my darkest days
That’s when I learnt her relevance in this life
This lie that I now live, has crashed me 
To the dirty hot sands that dries rain at first sight,
Now I find poetry in a simple plate,
And this now has become
The element of nothingness and question
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