He loved her
Enough to give her
A piece of himself
Crumbs falling from the table
He reserved
For himself
She loved him
But the tasteless crumbs
Are burning a hole
In the pit of her heart
And the core
Of her soul
Love nourishes;
There is no sustenance
In paltry crumbs
But,it seems longing numbs
Her ability
To know the difference
Janet Martin
The last line is such a gut punch! It's haunting to think that we don't give nearly enough of ourselves, in love, or in life...
ReplyDeleteRick
...yes, it is.
ReplyDeleteThank-you, Rick
So much depth here. A poem to contemplate while reviewing one's own life.
ReplyDeleteThere seems to be no end of self-evaluation, is there? But it is necessary, none-the-less.
ReplyDeleteLove can certainly be dark and dangerous, but there is a flip side to all things, thank goodness.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
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Thank-you Elizabeth. It would actually be nice to write one called 'the flip-side'...h-m-m-m:)
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