A small poem based on a random youtube comment I saw the other day. The comment appears on the last line.
Warm and soft beneath my fingers,
Now all is gone, now life is cinders,
Perhaps I’m only trying to hide,
That all of us are black inside,
But I’ve seen in you, I’ve melted there,
And all is bright, and true, and fair,
Your world was me and all I know,
I’m sorry that you had to go,
I’ll cry aloud, alone, without you,
RIP, my baked potato.