This was written in the aftermath of a 20-year relationship ending, sadly.

Crumbs

In the silence of aloneness
Watching me perform – dance and bow
And feign a smile – that
Hides the hole where purpose dwelt.

In hidden depths I writhe
With vestiges of love-passion memories,

That solidify, shrink, and crack –
Shattering me to crumbs on
The kitchen floor – in dream-death silence
Coming to grips with love – rejected.

–LE – 2/15/1996