Burnt Toast

Your reflection
looks me in the eye.
Stainless steel toaster
browning bread,
heats your memory.

I look away,
dark brooding clouds
hide the sunrise,
reflect my mood.

You no longer
move through my days.
We parted ways long ago,
yet here you are
grilling my morning,
warming my cheeks.

Light echoes of our
retreating love
reflect off
a shimmering appliance.

One thought on “Burnt Toast

  1. Meghan says:

    How like something simple such as a reflection in a mundane toaster to burn an image into one’s mind and warm a memory. Nicely done, Mary.

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