First Love
When we were dating,
you loved oyster crackers.
We made hot pots
full of ramen noodles,draining most of the
water out of the mixjust before adding the
creamy chicken orshrimp flavor packets.
I still think of youeverytime I eat
an oyster crackerand remember the
dance you didwhen you held a
new bag of crackersin your hands.
Labels: Food Poems, Relationship Poems
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