Neville

Crumbs 

Crumbs 

It was while I was
sitting alone
at a table for two
and staring
into the depths of
my second
double espresso ..
I tried to 
make some sense 
of all
the crumbs my 
breakfast 
croissant had left 
behind,
on the side plate ..
It was also 
the same moment
I thought,
if I was to try hard 
enough ..
I might just find a 
certain 
familiar face again .. 
But failed
just as miserably, 
as I had 
done yesterday ..
And the day 
before that even ..
In fact, all 
I could see through 
the tears 
and the steam was 
the back 
of your torn leather 
sandal strap
and frayed hems 
of blue jeans ..
Each caressing your 
Achilles 
and all that then 
remained of your 
exquisite vulnerability ..