Sitting there, your eye travels to the arch above the doorway. How many times had you gazed at that arch while talking on the phone, or considered that crack in the wall while thinking through a problem? You notice the sliver of sunlight that makes its way across the floor at this time of the year and the crooked drawer in the built-in cupboard that you had always meant to fix. And without intending to, you realize you are saying goodbye. Not with the words so much, but with a feeling, a mix of sadness and sweetness and appreciation. You realize this is your last breakfast here.
Forks made lousy spoons but you manage to scoop most of this delicious last breakfast into your mouth. Just like your feelings and just like this situation, the taste is a little sweet and a little tart. Grateful for it all, you eventually abandon the fork and scoop up the last of the yogurt with your finger, and lick the cup clean.
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