Crumbs

Crumbs

It was while I was

sitting alone

at a table for two

and staring

into the depths of

my second

double espresso ..

I tried to

make some sense

of all

the crumbs my

breakfast

croissant had left

behind,

on the side plate ..

It was also

the same moment

I thought,

if I was to try hard

enough ..

I might just find a

certain

familiar face again ..

But failed

just as miserably,

as I had

done yesterday ..

And the day

before that even ..

In fact, all

I could see through

the tears

and the steam was

the back

of your torn leather

sandal strap

and frayed hems

of blue jeans ..

Each caressing your

Achilles

and all that then

remained of your

exquisite vulnerability ..