Crumbs of you <br />Are all that remain: <br />Muddy boots of toughened leather, <br />Sinkers and lures, under the bed. <br />I could go fishing baitless, <br />Weighed down by your discarded lead, <br />Wearing only your rotting boots <br />While reading the tattered paperbook <br />You left in the hutch. <br /> <br />You were careful not to leave behind much; <br />I could look through your discarded glasses <br />Now that you're the new man, <br />With new, bright eyes; you see much better now: <br />You saw so good after the surgery; <br />You saw clear through this heart, <br />Then left it, for another one. <br />And no wonder; through these murky lenses <br />I can find no empathy for me at all. <br /> <br />If you happen to come back down this way, <br />After climbing the ladder, to find those better things, <br />Don't bother stopping here- <br />Cause I won't remember your name.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crumbs-of-you/
