She ate the bread
Decades passed in memory's dust.
Too many betrayals between us.
For material things, she always lust.
She ate the bread, left me it's crust.
Let it go, forgive, I know I must but
in my mind I just can't trust.
She ate the bread, left me it's crust.
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2024
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