I see you,
hoping you see me.
When in this dynamic, invincibility seems real,
as I eat these meals with not a care in the world,
the nutrients spread through my soul, touching my heart.
And I see you there, taking those bites, with that smile that reads,
“I hope you’re happy.”
And I see you, grin, smirk, smile and all,
as the poached eggs hit my lips.