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
Drag me around knowing full well
I cannot resist you.
Leave a trail of breadcrumbs
or promises of love to see how far I'll walk
behind your chariot,
while I idolize your crown
and make excuses for your sins.
Would you leave me lost?
I could use the stars as guides,
and yet I could find
so much better
by the light of the moon.
Would you leave me breadcrumbs?
I hope the birds
would not have picked them clean.
There might be branches broken
through a rough pathway of trees
that I could follow
in hopes of tracking you.
O, but darling,
the darkness is absolute.
Featured along with other fine poems in my poetry collection, "Witch", available on Amazon or through Lulu.com.
— The End —