Gingerbread Basement

Abandoned –
Like all dreams I once had.
The walls and the windows
And the roof and the door
Of a Gingerbread house
I never built.

Out of season
In the spring.
Overdue festivities-
Decaying celebration;
Bittering memories of the happiness
We could have had.

I chew on modest fantasies
While reality stales slowly
In the cupboard where everything
Gets half forgotten.

It would have been beautiful –
created together –
Remembered, even –
Our sacred sanctuary.

My appetite grows sweet
But consuming something
unfinished –
A crumble of a wall,
A nibble at a roof,
Has a guiltly aftertaste.

I salivate for the future,
My ideas restless,
My body too afraid of failure
To move.


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