for every meal of my life

Photo by Dana Cristea on Unsplash

Isn’t it funny that
the chair I’m sitting on is the same one
you used to fling across the living room?

If I close my eyes, I can feel the cracks from ten years ago
reaching out from under the weight of a nineteen year old me.

At dinner time, we still use the same fork that you once held
against the tip of my throat…