Burnt Toast

You smile—I smile

You laugh —I laugh

‘You seem ready to meet the love of your life’

‘I am—I don’t do things by halves’

 

‘I want it all’

‘So do I’

‘What brings you joy? And what makes you cry?’

‘Kindness is so important’

‘I think so too’

‘You seem like the real deal, sir’

‘And so, do you’

 

I thought you were a knight, sir

A quiet success that didn’t boast

But when I went to hold you— your image faded

Turns out you were a ghost

 

What did I do?

Where did you go?

I don’t understand

Please say it isn’t so

 

I  thought you were real

I thought  you were true

Then you vanish into thin air

So what am I to do?

 

I realise now, you were not a knight, sir

You were the ghost with the most

You swept through my consciousness

And replaced my hope with burnt toast

 

But I don’t want the shitty toast

So I’m giving it back

While you carry on into thin air

 You can keep it— as a reminder of me

 Or consume it— as a unsavoury snack

 

So, goodbye burn toast

And the ghost with the most

 

I’ll feel sad initially

And I’ll cry to my friend

I’ll be reminded that new opportunity is brought

Despite things that end

 

And on that note

Instead of prolonging this heartache

I’m gonna shake my body to ‘Vampire Weekend’

My hips are in motion

THE END