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Pain full of memories.
In the quiet kitchen's light, memories twirl,
Of pasta nights and Sunday brunch unfurl.
Each strand of spaghetti, each egg's embrace,Echoes of laughter, in time's gentle grace.
Sunday mornings, sunlight streaming through,Breakfast shared, just me and you.
But those moments slip like grains of sand,
Lost to mistakes, beyond my command.
Regret whispers softly, a haunting refrain,
As I long for the warmth of our kitchen again.Failed her, I did, and the ache cuts deep,As dreams of togetherness fade into sleep.Yet through the sorrow, a flicker of light,Hope's gentle promise, shining bright.
Though pasta nights may be lost to the past,
Love's ember still burns, steadfast and fast.
So I'll cherish the memories, hold them near,
And pray for forgiveness, to ease the fear.
For though I faltered, and tears may start,
Love's enduring flame heals the wounded heart.
© Thabiso Dube
Of pasta nights and Sunday brunch unfurl.
Each strand of spaghetti, each egg's embrace,Echoes of laughter, in time's gentle grace.
Sunday mornings, sunlight streaming through,Breakfast shared, just me and you.
But those moments slip like grains of sand,
Lost to mistakes, beyond my command.
Regret whispers softly, a haunting refrain,
As I long for the warmth of our kitchen again.Failed her, I did, and the ache cuts deep,As dreams of togetherness fade into sleep.Yet through the sorrow, a flicker of light,Hope's gentle promise, shining bright.
Though pasta nights may be lost to the past,
Love's ember still burns, steadfast and fast.
So I'll cherish the memories, hold them near,
And pray for forgiveness, to ease the fear.
For though I faltered, and tears may start,
Love's enduring flame heals the wounded heart.
© Thabiso Dube
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