eggs   butter   pink salt

   frying pan

breaking the fast   all the while

thinking about dimitra

   the briefest of friendships

one which haunts   friendships

   require tending   

much like gardens   must be nurtured   

chance knew that   i failed to tend   

   failed to nurture   

reaped no bountiful harvest

time was squandered

   mistakes were made

all of eternity awaits

   to contemplate 

what might have been      

   bon appétit