“The sweet French accent
that turns your heart into butter
before melting it”, you wrote.

It’s the second time
you called me ‘dear’,
albeit on text
this time!
I’ve lost count
of the months we’ve been apart,
yet here we are.

My heart still melts
into butter
when I see your text
or hear your voice.
Even though we recently met
as friends
and I claim to have moved on.
Even though I’ve loved
and lost, again,
since then.

I still look for you
when I meet someone new.
Last Friday,
over drinks on a first date,
all I found interesting
was how he pronounced a few words
exactly the way you did!
I wish it was enough
to melt my heart
into butter
like you did.

P.S. It’s an Adele kind of night here!

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2 Responses to Butter

  1. Aww… that song… ❤️

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