Ode to Pasta: Don't Think Me Cruel

Hello, old friend.
I must say
that your spongy, soft flesh
tasted delicious in my mouth.

Please don't think me cruel.
We both knew
how our relationship would end.

I remember when we began,
o' so long ago.

You were harder back then,
rigid and ready to crack.

When I freed you from your prison,
I knew I would be a hero.
Everyone would cheer
when I showed them
what I had done.

I'd warmed you, loosened you up;
spiced and flavored your body.

Know that it was for the sake of others
that I used you the way I did.

And, let's be honest,
you weren't the only one
partaking in our adventure.

There were others.
All shared the same fate.

In the end,
this is what you were destined to become:
a limp, wet noodle
lying prostrate on my plate.

So, please don't think me cruel.

I enjoyed the time we shared,
but now the meal is over
and the memories
are all that remain.