Pasta Bake Heartbreak By Ryan Passey

The thing they don’t tell you

About getting your heart broken

Is that it doesn’t happen just once.

It happens a thousand times a day.

I see you in the small things.

When I make a pasta bake after a weekend away,

When I smell fresh-cracked black pepper,

When I go to watch Legally Blonde,

“What, like it’s hard?”

I see you when my mum does something weird, and I have nobody to tell it to

I see you when I can’t sleep, and it’s not your snoring I can blame it on

I see you when I crave fried eggs on toast.

You see, a thousand times a day, my eggshell of a heart shatters

I try to avoid egg puns,

You always hated my terrible yolks.

So, why am I making a pasta bake?

Why do I eat fried eggs on toast?

Why do I crack black pepper?

You tell me. I don’t know why.