mornings long ago

i'll jump out at the carpark entrance,
walk in the sun to the supermarket.
drop by there and pick you up breakfast,
pain au chocolate and freshly squeezed juice.
back at your desk i'll deliver in silence -
you can pay me and say thanks later,
or just break me in bits and leave me to wonder -
why it wasn't as perfect for you
as it seemed to me on those mornings long ago.