It was 2pm but we still made breakfast

like in a tv show

or cheesy romcom

taking turns.

I put the bacon on

which spit grease at us

but we didn't notice.

The kettle whistled

as you set our mugs

you picked the Peter Pan one

like always.

I sat and watched you

hot in your shorts

and leather sandals

because it was summer

and you were making me eggy bread

which you burned

but I loved

because I loved you

better than breakfast.