Ginger biscuit (change perception)

You took me to that cheap all day breakfast cafe.

I had a good cry and

we had a good laugh,

yey,

You looked at me for some time,

I thought you was admiring….

That’s the part where my big head came in, you said there was a hair at the end of my

chin,

Great.

So i pulled it off,

And as embarrassed as I was,

it was simply gone.

…..

We went inside and had a drink,

A cuppa for both,

we asked po-lite-ly,

And an all day breakfast for 2,

“Yes please”

I hoped all these secrets you was sharing with me,

Would be kept close and contained in a locked necklace to

keep.

You told everyone you hated sweet things,

Yes, I repeat,

You told everyone else you didnt

like sweet.

Savory and salt brushed

along

those

swedish

cheeks. a ginger nut biscuit laid on the plate beneath the tea cup,

You picked it up,

And said…

“I havent had one of these in some time,

so I’m going to show you,

I will give it a try”

And to your lips it touched,

and a bite you took.

I remember it clear,

it felt quite sincere,

that your own phrases and words that youd been saying,

unravelled, unscrabbled,

And it turned out you

liked it…..

It may not mean much anymore but,

It was interestingly

simple and

delightful of course,

And to see someone

so happy and content in the moment,

Felt like a

ginger

biscuit

meant more than it meant.

And maybe it’s just lifes simpliest ways,

That it’s ok to let go and its ok to stay…

And they say people and things dont ever change,

But you bit into the biscuit and

loved the

lasting

taste….

You said you didnt like

sweet things,

people said,

other things,

But a ginger biscuit,

Changed all living perceptions,

Shook up the world in different dimensions,

And even you

was

surprised

by your own reaction!

Perhaps a ginger biscuit will provide all some satisfaction….

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