Eileen Grant. Ballad of Breakfast

I loved you in the morning when

my eyes were shut so tight 

The fuzzy shapes like sheets and hair

disturbed by shafts of light 

I loved you sliding off the bed

and stumbling to the sink 

Your voice like butter, yellow, warm

You looked so fresh and pink 

I loved your face after a wash 

Your smile a watermelon’s rind 

and when you walked out of the room,

I followed from behind 

I loved you through a cloud of steam,

I watched you at the stove

The eggs all hissed, the bacon screamed,

the oil leapt and dove 

I loved you when the sun came up,

your skin all toasted brown 

The scent of coffee filled the air

I tried hard not to drown 

I loved you winking blackberries

my stomach felt so full 

I never ate until you left 

the kitchen void and null 

I loved you with the heat turned off

in a silent room 

All dry and white and emptiness

as barren as a tomb 

I’ll love you in the morning, then,

and even when you go 

I’ll sing my silly breakfast song

to curb the pangs of woe.

Eileen Grant likes to write. She also likes sad, silly music and peanut butter sandwiches. Find her on Instagram @eileenmgrant.