It wasn't the blueberries
Or the whipped cream on top
Or the syrup on yours
Or the chocolate chips on mine.
It was the memories
Of us laughing
And enjoying
Each other's company.
Now I sit here
Eating those same waffles
With blueberries
And the whipped cream
And the chocolate chips
And realizing
That it wasn't the food
Or the place
Or the time
It was you
And waffles will never taste the same.
