The last slice....
This last slice of pizza untouched,
Will remind me that I shall go back
In a God-knows-where table
Where we can marathon once more
Over lost time, and long lost years
To where this would lead, there is no guarantee
My uncertainty is a dough – bland, gummy
with doubt, like this: will I be able
to measure up to the unconventional?
Dearest, the comings and goings
will be like morsels
of pepperonis, and all those fillings
silently breaking
from thin crust
of memories,
My haggard fingers will pick
the fallen bits
on my lap
one by one
and will end up to where my yearning
mouth - hungry for pieces of you,
Is forever waiting.
