we're grasping for glaciers
and spare planks of wood or
thought.
how did we get here? it's
not my fault; i was overdrawn
and i certainly had my
moments.
now i lay open-faced on the table
hoping i can still complete a breath
tomorrow. when you feast,
please
leave me a crumb or two of
what i used to be: i don't really
miss her but she tasted fine
then.
04.17.2012
[shared this week at the Poetry Pantry over at Poets United. xo]
thought.
how did we get here? it's
not my fault; i was overdrawn
and i certainly had my
moments.
now i lay open-faced on the table
hoping i can still complete a breath
tomorrow. when you feast,
please
leave me a crumb or two of
what i used to be: i don't really
miss her but she tasted fine
then.
04.17.2012
[shared this week at the Poetry Pantry over at Poets United. xo]
2 comments:
Great opening verse.
The ending was sad, and I'm sure many can relate to it.
thanks, Jack. i appreciate the read and the comment. i do hope it's relatable on some level. x
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