To the Only Girl from whom I have cooked a steak,
It was a Warm Night but It was freezing Inside. You slept as I watched over you . Hypothetically Keeping the Mythical Night Monsters at Bay. Morning would come and you would be gone. Like a Tornado through the encampment for a lost Soul. But It wasn’t for a few hours more and sandman kept his peace. I was lost in this book . Nonetheless I would look over to see If you were breathing. I guess I was Worried that God would want his Angel back. “How” I wondered, “Did you ever manage to get your hair to smell in the scent of the fruits I liked?”. It was all part of your wonderful Charm. Soft as Silk and Gentle to touch, Your dark black hair covered your soft feline features. May be it was one of the reasons I liked you.
The Night was quiet and dawn about to break. I would have preferred it not to End but the Hour Glass had ran out of sand. I whispered into your ears to wake and everything else was made in haste. It was cute to see you Tooth brush in hand. Some how it remind me of home. A shower later and we were ready to go. After Ensuring you had left nothing behind, We walked out hand in hand. The Train to the Airport was close. Though it was preordained, every step was taken in grief. At last we stood at your gate, With mumbled good byes. Words were hard to come by, I guess I was still dazed. Maybe I should have rode with you till you got on your plane. I guess our hug conveyed the feeling from deep within. You let go and my hands were incomplete. I watched as you rode down the escalator and disappear from my sight. And quickly I had to get away to hide the Tears running down my eyes.
Truly Yours
Your Master Chef
The Narrator 