The One Last Time Plate

The One Last Time Plate


Many times you left, and many times you kissed my forehead before finally leaving. I would stop telling them what you would and wouldn’t say to me, as at night you’d come, at night you’d come always, to home. We’d fall back asleep together after you’d slip in to bed, our bodies forgetting our minds had switched. Our bodies forgetting and doing what they had known. It wouldn’t be until you woke up to leave that I’d feel it in your limbs before I even opened my eyes. The sheepishness, the delicacy of you untangling them. We didn’t tell anybody about it, this slow leaving. And sometimes when we both woke up at the same time, I’d make you coffee anyway, a cup for your going. And sometimes when we both woke up at the same time, I’d make your breakfast, before the sun rose, without putting my glasses on, without trying or knowing why. Slipping it onto your plate, this love, this automation I would carry with me no matter what was going on.

The night you stopped coming I had driven from the seashore. Sand still in the cuffs of my jeans. I sat on the porch waiting for you. The sun setting and late summer voices lifting through the air up through the trees. I sat with my plate on my lap, moving around my dinner. Tears coming down on the slice of turkey spread with cranberry sauce. Reading the note flitting across my phone. Forgive me, Amichka, you would whisper each time you had left. Forgive me, Amichka, each time you came home.

Size: 8” inches

Brand: Mikasa

Origin: Japan

Tired of searching for quality apparel and heritage style home goods, we founded the YT Rabbit as an online bazaar of hand curated vintage and art objects. Each piece has lived with us and been restored or tailored to suit a world of post-modernity. We believe in the integrity of each object we’ve collected and display it gallery style with its own title card and origin story on our site.

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