The last meal

I'm thinking about her

Often it seems

What is she doing

What is her routine

My mind shifts to her

So many times

When will I see

How lovely she shines

My head strays to her

Quick like a habit

Just like nicotine

And I crave to have it

Pounding like music

She is the beat

Slow like a love song

That's played on repeat

Photos that resonate

Within my retina

Beauty is captured

Like a movie cinema

Images I savour

Just like a last meal

If she were the dish

I'd die happy before I'd keel