Cold french fries

The food has grown cold.

Our first gelid words could have been sliced
into wedges, served as an apathetic appetizer.
All heat has been smothered by our distant discourse.
Sporadic phrases spurt from our throats in guttural chokes,
land on our plates as limp lettuce leaves.

We have brought this up before in
regurgitated conversation.

My intensity has cooled to lukewarm. Your wit
has wilted into sarcasm. We once filled evenings
with cooking and fervent conversation. Now
all that we can discuss is the thermal dynamics of french fries
and wonder how they can get so cold so fast.