breadcrumbs
togar crispend.
a curly eyelash on a blue pillowcase.
bevelish montar.
a yellow thread next to the sofa, wrestling dust bunnies
suetempel pandimi.
a box of teabags in the cupboard.
mujabelan timmrep.
like breadcrumbs in the forest
a stranger might see
noticing, curiously.
but
same as your sleeping mumbles
they will be a mystery.
i will never find the way back
to the morning i gently rubbed my eyes
tangled in your blue sheets
winter fondling my anklebones.
i vaguely recall a nervous tugging
a loose thread
my favorite dress.
you smirked.
i giggled.
i stayed long enough
to learn
all of your faces
there were two i liked the most.
i rarely think of you
anymore
except some times
when
i put honey and cream in my tea.
you knew
i like it
this way
or when i'm on a date
watching another couple
share
Creme Brulée.