Dear broccoli buddy,
"How are you?"
Yes, I know how pathetic how are yous are, especially
When it's addressed to your closest friend (broccoli buddy) whose eyes read you like
Signposts and maps,
Whose facial expression easily determined the answer that
They, for some reason, have to vocally answer anyway, even though we both know
You're doing swell.
(Pssh, your eyes gave it away!)
"What have you been up to?"
This time, I don't even have to see the curve playing on your lips nor
That sparkle ignited in your eyes to know
That you've been up to nothing but your normal mischief, as usual (duh!), that
Used to send us bursting into random bouts of laughter at
3am in the morning, sipping mugs of coffee while playing PS2 games while
Enjoying the time we thought was
F O R E V E R.
(But of course, it wasn't. Duh!)
"How's life in your new home?"
This one was a little less obvious but still,
A question easily solved by the likes of broccoli buddies (don't underestimate us!).
We both know that you seem to find it difficult to
Properly move in and
Break the ice with fellow peers and
Properly act like yourself because, hey, guess what?
(That's how life for me is too.)
Leave it to broccoli buddies to feel the same things, like
A pair of twins, except we look nothing alike, except
On the inside maybe, and
Most certainly, the structures of our tongues that
Somehow were the very reason our friendship exploded into
Existence.
Because when a pair of five year olds fourteen years ago in the past
Went beyond the norm of most children and chose
To revolt against what was, back then, sacred kindergartener law and
Actually enjoy the taste of sweet, sweet broccoli on
The tips of our tongues to the point where
We demanded seconds and thirds, we both knew that
It was undoubtedly fate.
"You wanna go for coffee?"
This time, I know the answer before the words even
Spill out my lips.
You shake your head (I shook mine too) as
You dragged me towards your motorcycle, where I kinda knew
What was going to happen.
For there,
Resting within a pink (boo stereotypes!) container,
Laced with a cheeky velvet ribbon was none other than
What started it all:
A forest of broccoli.
A/N: I know. This is a little weird but I wrote this at 2AM after the longest call in the world with my very own broccoli buddy, haha. Hope you guys enjoyed regardless! :)
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Bittersweet | #Wattys2016
PoésiePoems aren't just meant to be read; they're meant to be tasted too. A short compilation of food-themed poetry; roughly around thirty in total. Anyone ready for their meal of a lifetime? :)
