Folio · 2017

Crumbs of Love

Sarah Mendez

I do not fear absence.

I rejoice in the echo of my footsteps.

I sit in the hard hum of my mind.

I wait for nothing.

The kisses of experience that

Used to wring my heart

In bare-knuckle grips

fade gently with time.

Yet I salivate for yesterday.

For the crumbs of love

For the footsteps to your door.

For your hold on my heart.

For your hands on my hips.

Folio · 2017