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5 Days

Last night,

I wondered what would happen,

if I never saw you again.

I thought about the bakery you said we would visit.

I tried to imagine the taste of fresh bread,

so I could be less bleak,

but bread made me think of your mouth,

and how gently you kiss,

when you have just awoken,

thinking of breakfast,

maybe toast,

maybe cereal,

maybe just bread.

You kiss me,

for a moment,

and I think of nothing,

but how I adore you.

I try to imagine the taste of fresh bread,

so I could be less bleak,

but bread made me think of your car,

and how we covered it in crumbs and scars,

how I felt brave,

kissing you,

abandoning drinks,

abandoning sense,

how I just wanted to kiss you,

until you possessed me,

like a demon.

I felt my rosary running from the curse I had become,

succumbing to sensation,

amorous ambition.

Last night,

I wondered what would happen,

if I saw you again.

I thought about the bakery you said we would visit.

I tried to find a way to tell you,

that we have plans,

and I won’t let you disappoint my diary.

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