Crumbs

 
Crumbs on the floor
from a night before
I awoke to smell a slight trace
of the perfume of you
filling up my memory

Revery

All down the hall
and to the door
where we laughed, lying
prostrate on the floor

empty boxes, chopsticks, crosses
reading glasses
mindless losses
all seemed well and even good
in a world we thought we understood
 
But nothing lasts forever into night
whole worlds turning
consuming, burning
awakening
in separate bedrooms by day’s first light
 
You have the keys
the kids
the car
I, alternate Wednesdays
and at the bar
I clean the cards
and count up crumbs
 
 

Revery

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