The non-stick pans in the kitchen
are sticky with memories of you.
The microwave is complaining
that dinners for one
are a waste of energy.
The fridge...
the fridge is cool...
but it’s switched off its inner light
and vibrates sadly,
dreaming
of the sweet delights
that your warm hands
used to place
inside it.
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I like your animated kitchen, it reminds me a little the fairy tales by HCAndersen - I like the the inner lights of the fridge vibrating sadly - i just noticed - the inner light vibrates...sadly! I like it! BR, one