Sister, it has become such an ugly tragedy
when you find yourself destroying a lonesome machine,
in the sanctum of a kitchen.
No one could believe it.
Breaking the microwave
brings a rush of tears to my eyes.
How can I heat my freezer food?
It's all raw.
Cooking on the stove top makes no sense at all.
Happened so unexpectedly.
Feeling so chemically attached to something that's gone.
Catching a butterfly,
then having it fly away,
only brings me to say one thing,
"Hold on forever and love those
you never thought you could love.
Don't let them brake on you."
The empire could fall at any time
and you will feel that bond to something that's forgotten.