Toast- I miss you.
Your warm buttery crunchiness.
You always meant to me
Happy things,
That were filled with joy.

My toaster made you,
But it is packed.
I miss you, toast.
My mornings are filled with cold baguetes
And unmelted butter.

How I long for a taste
Of toasted bread.
As you fed my stomach,
You fed my soul
With warm cinnamon-butter.

Have a yummy slice of toast!