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You were like breadcrumbs
left unpurposely by my digestion during breakfast

You stayed on the kitchen table 'til noon,
'til Mama swiped away the remaining crumbs,
and
I have lunch
with another dish--a different meal.

Something else, but not
you.
They were two lines alike
in resonance at first
sight
but crumbles
trumbles
and vanishes
to
what-ifs and could-haves
of lost goodbyes and almost
hellos
a distant star in her eyes
longing for a galaxy in his
she was a box of
cigarettes, waiting to be lit
but would soon run out

of light, of time,
and of you
Y o u
are the lorem to my
ipsum.
Rekha Nur Alisha Nov 2018
She was that Chekhovian girl
who fell for Dostoevsky
and Camus and Sartre
and
   you.
Rekha Nur Alisha Oct 2018
You are in between milk and sugar
Something written on my grocery list;
something remembered
daily
And perhaps more.
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