Maybe it was because
I had my first acupuncture
in my life yesterday.
Or maybe it was because
I was in a hurry before my
I was a little sore, but not
as overall achy to the point
of distraction because I
hadn’t experienced this little
pain in years. As soon as my
eyes opened, I was thinking
of you this morning. I started
coffee. Didn’t know what I
wanted for breakfast.
I was thinking of you, not
breakfast. So, I threw two
pieces of bread in the toaster.
Totally out of my normal
breakfast routine, I grabbed
an ultrathin slice of sharp
cheddar; didn’t feel like
slicing anything. Washed
a frying pan. Coffee signaled.
Toast popped up. I usually
know what I want for breakfast
before I start and zip through
it in control. Today, no control.
Feelings. I’ve snapped. You are
totally with me as I tried to
make breakfast. Toast was a
mechanical response to my
my mind, heart, and soul being
off the planet and this odd crazy
sensation of not being in as
much pain. Still in pain, but
energy that is new. So, at first I
thought I wanted peanut butter.
but as I opened the pantry door,
I didn’t feel like peanut butter.
It seemed like the toast was
staring at me wondering what
was taking me so long. So, I
grabbed the Nutella which I
hadn’t had since my last oatmeal.
Some black coffee and my usual
seat at the kitchen table. Took a
sip and a bite. It seemed like the
sweetness of the Nutella combined
with you. It was just Nutella and
you. My deep thoughts of you
exceeded the small pleasure of
Nutella on toast. A surprise good
morning text exchange brought
Nutella and you to a new level!
We didn’t expect to connect today
as it was your hair-on-fire, out-the-
door day. But we did. We had a short
impromptu call. Who would believe
me if I told them I had a touch of true
love on toast with just Nutella and you?
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)