Stale

Breakfast turns cold now, sitting on a plate
Without your warm smile to reflect the sun
Orange juice tastes bitter, tears fall down my face
I look for your memory but you are gone
It's not just a poem, it's not just a thought
Or cliched regret we've stumbled upon
But a moment lost by things we forgot
To have and to hold despite everyone
Who taught us to leave, give up go away
Buried hearts in fear and futility
As life gets difficult in such strange ways
Can't you just fight impossibility?
Savor this meal before it becomes stale
Wanting to love more than wanting to fail