“Salmon Pie”
The aroma was quite unique.
A pleasing pulse of garlic and lemon spice
That's seeped entirely in low salted butter,
served on arborio rice and greens.
The evening was nice. The gleam in her eyes concede
to a moment in time when he... this awkward guy beseeched her
“There's a great spot on Chatham Drive, best Salmon pie!.” He’s sweet,
as his tie leans slightly to the right. “Its alright” she teased him
A light cough broke the silence. His tired eyes’ revealing
Finishing her last bite, she inquired “Did you finally see him?”
“Inconclusive. I’ve scheduled another check up.” He leaned in “I’ll be ok, ok?”
She smiled.
It was charming, cradled right on the corner of Chatham Drive
“Romantic size table, please” the waiter seat them next to a dancing pyre
‘“that’s quite the decor, my man.” He chuckled. “We’d like couple ‘salmon pies”
She glance outside as light retreats from the ensuing deluge
The view was nice. Details of the day relayed in lieu of the hue
She noticed the sweat, he was nervous. The tics; It was cute
The taste was exquisite. Parsley, spinach and brevity of juice,
lemon flavored, he savored every bit as residuals drips on his collar
She dabbed it lightly. “I got it”
they resumed the usual. Veneziano courtship served with a song of spritz
Hiding callow characteristics behind a curtain of confidence
It was a moment in time served with salmon and herb
Her eyes. His nerves. The pyre, dancing. The night was perfect.
It didn’t taste right tonight. Each bite was hard to take
His face was paler than usual; the beautiful eyes, now, .. a forlorn gaze
“Are you ok?” her candor rallied against the sand of time
“I got your favorite table, babe”
“The romantic size?”
She flashed a smile. Grabbed her wine; it’s lacking in measures
As she hope to recapture one more of that saccharine texture
He laughed as she fret. “Still, always searching the past, hun”
“Oh I’m fine, honey, really, just savoring this last one.”
She continues to savor. three years, since her dearly departed
But he’s here, with every salmon dipped in lemon and garlic
Her only semblance of problem was that taste that had evade her
But she reminds herself often. Still waiting and over-weighting
“J, Can you pick me up some salmon skin rolls .. and Italian Wine?”
“The big bottle?” Asked her friend Jamie
“The romantic size.”