breakfast

I eat words for breakfast.

words typed out on crisp, new pages

and those highlighted to remember

just how sweet they tasted

the first time they reached my mind’s lips;

words said, and

those not

and all the other ones that remain

suspended

with every passing day

as we push each other

further and further

apart.

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