His industry grates on her nerves
Like so much cheese
Stirred into a frenzy
In one more sizzling saute’;
One more culinary delight
Left for her to clean up.
His passion fulfilled
Her empty plate
Of words left unsaid;
And worlds unexplored.
Others used to say
“He missed his best calling”;
She wishes now
He’d answered it
From some other kitchen.
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