image borrowed from flickr
love crumbs
you – not you -
me – with -
without you;
some words…
like crumbs,
stick to my feet,
dragged along,
snipping at silence,
his “not-like-love”
ambush my thoughts
much before zenith;
a slap from reality
or reality slapped on me -
you – me – us
no more – still …
Lady Nimue
Posted over on her site Pages from my Mind
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