Poem: Crushed

broken before dawn
I scramble two eggs
softly to perfection

touch of sea-salt
pinch of black-pepper
buttered dark rye toast

chewing old memories
wondering why I sleep
alone in a king-size bed

green tea bitter burns
across my ancient tongue
soothing this heart ache.

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