pastries of romance/

©2021 Michael Raven

i recall the snow falling
impossibly large flakes while
waiting for hamlet to
mime madness &
ophelia to slip under the waters

you offered me a
poppyseed-filled pastry
your mother had made
like a fool, i turned it down

you frowned

years later, you laughed
said i was just
hopeless romantic
when i said
i still loved you

i blame
my refusal of
that pastry
for my loss

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