Perfect in all their imperfections
Hold a special place in my heart
Where sweetness once glazed over in a lazy fashion
Is now only a bitter reminder of the life we once had
Making waffles meant family
And even when our waffles were imperfect
Burned on one side
Uncooked on the other
It was perfect to me
Because everyone was here
Home really is where the heart is.
But where did my heart go?