Stir Bye

Like when an oiled slice
a wok of blue finned
She slid into my life
and the meal was so
wonderful, so full
of flavor and spices
and while it lasted
I so savored each pass
passing repast.

But as quickly as the
oil cooked off and out
She evaporated from
my existence.

Just the other day
I caught a brief hint
a wisp of aroma
of meals prepared…
labors of
vested time and love…

Stirred, this memory
recalled - caught me
off guarded.
And as before ~