an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

pancakes

i ponder if you remember the dream you told me a few years ago.
about our small cottage-like house in a nice neighbourhood,
and you playing in the yard with our daughter,
and how you both came inside and you smelled the aroma of blueberry pancakes in the air, and life was good.
after you told me that you said;
"that's all i want for us".
and now we're strangers,
and you barely cross my mind,
except for when i see a small cottage, or smell blueberry pancakes, or see a father and daughter playing in the yard.
and i remember what could have been.