Toast and Unsalted Butter

I don’t know what makes me smile the wider:
The smell of a whole grain toast
Or the sound of butter knife scratching to its surface
And still can’t decide which makes me miss you more

We never really care that you’d prefer a white bread
Or that we toast our bread differently
Or that I’m having this for lunch
This is forever our favorite breakfast

In all these little extra strength
Spreading this frozen butter
In every bite, I smile to the memory of you
and the prospect of seeing you again soon

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