Drops of sweet...

Sugary.

Close your eyes.

Taste it.

“How is it?”

Name it.

“Tasteless.”

Too much powder, too much milk, not enough yeast...Is it mixed together? Has the butter melted in the hot pan? How about the eggs?

“You have to try.”

Why ? We are not meant to be together...so why make it harder?

Tell me.

“Is it homogeneous?”

“No, it can never be.”

You believed there was a way for us to understand each other better, to fuse together better so you gave me a recipe. You told me it was for the better...But...you forgot that a recipe has to be follow intently, fastidiously and laboriously.

“Do it again, then.”

Sweet, very sweet lies lay between us...

“We can't restart, there is no more sugar...”