To: My Waiter
I came to this diner four years ago for the first time
We sat in the tiny booth in the left corner
We weren't rich but
we were happy.
We giggled as our red velvet pancakes came out and
devoured every soft morsel drenched in warm chocolate syrup
as if it would be our last.
I came to this diner last year again
I sat in the tiny booth in the left corner
I still wasn't rich but
i thought i was happy
I waited for my food to come out and for something else.
I surveyed the diner until I saw it.
IT IT IT IT IT ITT
IT was my best friend and him,
eating our red velvet pancakes.
He told me that he was working overtime
So I went to dinner by myself.
Did I mention that it was our anniversary?
So,
I hope you'll understand why
each tear dripped down my face
when you brought out my
red velvet pancakes
Somehow,
they just didn't taste the same when
drenched in cold, salty tears.
I'm sorry that I ran out and left without paying.
I came back though.
But, you see,
it's just that
red velvet pancakes make me cry
From: A Customer
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Red Velvet Pancakes Make Me Cry
Poetry"Somehow, they just didn't taste the same when drenched in cold, salty tears." *updated every Saturday and Wednesday and some days in between