Madeleine

Spoon to lips, sweet morsel soaked
in tea,
Proust shudders awakened to his
brevity.
Mem’ries past, struggles clear,
This moment hangs…
Suspended.
…in mid-air.
Triggers piercing through monotony-
Breathe in your breath…
So you are to me.

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