The Plate is Happy

You are the centre of my life.

My world revolves around you.

I desire to please you.

I desire your company.

Your warmth warms me.

You melt my heart.

I see you and a radiance fills my insides.

You speak to me and my soul jumps for joy.

You touch me and my spirit cracks.

You drink my tea,

You share my Hobnobs,

And we enjoy life.

What will happen when you’re gone?

When our friendship is reduced to mere fragments

And smears of a past happiness?

When there is no more warmth?

When limpness returns and all appeal is lost?

When you are far away?

When the plate is forgotten?