A bit of bread to bind us
Tipped coffees, tripped feet
Laughter forced and flowing
Fed us
Unto bursting,
And when ruptured made us one
Again
Fingers twined and hearts forgetting
Borrowed beds and lost sight dreams
Life limped on and
Years became us, ours, multiplying
Needs... crept in
Like pain filled heart beats
Cutting close our once freed feet
A bit of bread that bound us
Binds us
Swallowed in a moment’s gleam.
The word that comes to mind is, fleeting. Also, girl, since when have you been eating bread?! Gluten-free, I'm sure.
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