Flavour Amiss

Missing you is like...
Hot oven baked apples
At the open of autumn

Without the kiss of cinnamon

Missing you is like...
Standing in front of the ice cream truck
Waiting for my chocolate-vanilla swirl cone

Without the rainbow sprinkles

Missing you is like...
Rich tomato sauce red and robust
Pitching and popping on a stove top

Without the torn slivers of sweet basil

Missing you is like...
A warm loaf of banana bread
Brimming over the edge of a tattered tin

Without the crunchy interjections of toasted walnuts

Missing you is like...
Sunday morning breakfasts
Fluffy flapjacks with golden edges and eggs so yellow

Without a glistening glugs of maple cheer up

Missing you is chicken noodle soup without the crumbled shards of saltine crackers 

Is my mid-night corn flakes without a crystal-like dusting of sugar on top

Is blueberry pie, violet bulbs of Blue, a jam tangy and tart without the 'a la mode'

Or moist crumble of a decadent pound cake without a slathering of homemade strawberry preserves

Like a gently steeped cup of tea
Without the ivory splash of chilled milk

Missing you is like going hungry

No craving for life's tasty wonders
No desire to indulge in this epicurian world

Like flavours have become meaningless 
Flavours without life...

Like flavours are amiss

Xo,

A Girl Who Likes to Cook