Soup
on the coldest winter night I stand
outside the door of your home
as you’re in there kissing your lover
I wait to sneak in as they’re leaving
then head to the kitchen to do my part
smelling the heavenly scent of you
but soon my senses dull it out
the soup aroma fills the air instead
you throw your body on the chair
dead weight of a romantic corpse
I pour the soup in your favourite bowl
you sluggishly take a sip of my antidote
it warms your body from the cold
of the kisses you had gotten
salty from the water of your eyes
it stings the scratches in your throat
as you sob to me about them
tell me all the wrongs I can get right
then with the last drop you swallow
you go to your bed, half revived
I tuck you in giving you a gentler kiss
and you fall asleep dreaming of them