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


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
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



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