Goodbye Sausage

Goodbye, sausage.
You gave my mash a reason.
By no end improved my gravy
With your subtle spice and season.
But yet some things in life
Are too good to never end.
It seems that you were one of those,
My most precious friend.
So I must let you go
And move on from that treasure,
Softly ease my grip on you
Yet still I have the pleasure.
Though we've said farewell,
Like the tea leaves in my pot,
You still lend my water flavour
Whether there or not.
Your essence permeated
Me like Brownian motion
And can no more be removed
Than salt drained from the ocean.
So, though the meat has left my plate,
The bag scooped from my brew,
You're still a part of every day
In so many things I do.