Since you left,
all I dream about
is cooking for you
to nourish you
because I worry about whether you’re eating well
and
to give you all
my love therapy
in herbs, meats, spices and
vegetables.

But, you leave before
it’s ready
and I’m left with all this food
set to spoil
because it’s my own damn fault
I’m too selfish
to give it to anyone
but you.