I Remembered You...

I remembered you when I was walking through the grocery store and saw a banana cream pie sitting in the cooler. There was no decision. I just picked it up and bought it.

It’s not yours. It’s not one you made. It’s not even your recipe. But I remembered you all the same.

I didn’t have to be yours for those memories to come back. There were moments when I remember you picking one up at the grocery store because you didn’t have time to make one, and we would eat it together.

I remember those moments, but I also remember being in the kitchen while you made one, letting me lick the spoon or one of the beaters from the blender. I remember waiting for it to bake and how the room smelled while you were making it.

I remember you anytime I see banana cream pie.

Every bite, It your pie I taste...