• Something that means everything
    is food. Only the best will do.
    It be not for me, but for taste.
    The same kind that goes by time.

    Once it's put within a mouth,
    feeling it's taste is my kiss.
    The sweet bitterness of youth
    and the lifetime that cannot be.

    It's savored only by one person.
    For this dish isn't from the menu,
    but from what my eyes perceive.
    A menu is filled with carbs afterall.

    Get up from the seat and walk away.
    I'll clean up the mess. This is my place.
    Maybe one day we can meet again...
    Making a meal for you, meant me to go.