The moldy crust of forgiveness lay on your counter forgotten.
When I first baked it, brought it to your table, broke bread with you
We ate with greedy abandon. The suggestion of freedom beamed
like a hearth fire we’d built together, but you abandoned our haven
Though guilt didn’t lay a head on my pillow, nor did shame,
I wonder if you ever wonder about whatever we became
I built my oven with encouragement towards success
You kept blowing out the embers, dumping water on the heat
Leaving my bread unleavened, flat, and eventually, I also left.
I eat my dinner, more than bread, at the table of successful abundance
I hope, someday, you will understand what I gave to you
in that warmly baked, love filled loaf of doughy comfort food.
I can feel the pain. Beautiful writing. Thanks for sharing this .