Friday, January 6, 2017

Crumb Chronicles

I watch you pick the crumb that fell off your plate
I’ve never been here except in my dreams
Your words rumble through my ears
As you talk of bone marrows and cartilages
And how in many ways the human body is a microcosm of the world
While my mind slides through the events that led to this
This  déjà vu

I  don’t want to blink
afraid that in a second
The crumbs would fall back to the table
And you, back in my dreams

Back when your face was a haze
And our conversations bogus,
(always happening only in my mind)
Back when you were dining with Queens
And I,
that crumb

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