I am naked,
Lying here.
The fork is in my mouth
He is still talking
Loving the sound of his voice.
He cannot hear me and I doubt he sees me.
I have been ready for him
Prime grilled New York steak cooked and served in a platinum platter.
Why is he not eating?
The peas are getting cold,
The potatoes are hard and inedible
And still he talks.
The sizzle is fading,
The countless nostrils inhale the mouth-watering kitchen freshness.
The thrill faded with the serving.
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