Heartbreak

A loaf of fresh bread, untouched on the shelf,

the scent hangs in the air, cuts deep like a knife.

Each crust a reminder of moments we fell,

each crumb on the floor tells a story of life.

In this grocery store maze, I wander alone,

a ghost of our laughter echoes back to me.

Every aisle a graveyard, I turn to atone—

you picked out the fruits; I just picked up debris.

And the world keeps on spinning, while I’m lost in my head,

in the stillness between us, the spaces you left.

The heart, like this bread, now crumbles instead—

a taste of what once was, now bitter with theft.