Separate Dinners

We make separate dinners

side by side

on the same stove every night

Carefully navigating through

our pots and pans

It’s amazing how flawlessly

our utensils never come in each other’s way

I can smell the aroma of your dish

You can hear the sizzle of mine

We use the same ingredients from different packets

The pile of dishes is always bigger than it should be

it’s funny they get washed together, though

At least at the end of the day there is a clean kitchen

Who knew?

We could co-exist like that