Day+Old+Bread


 * Day Old Bread**

Arrogant habits: expectations sans communication. Acting sorry as can be? *Enter truth police* Not me, not you, never a tragedy. Feigned upset really does console. Wrong. Again, not. Familiarity in that sarcasm is plain to see, Such a silly play on words. A whisper in my ear inspires second thoughts, unnecessary reruns. A maybe possibility from that almost outcome. A well received, always welcome detox equivocates clarity. I will mimick the superstitious who kiss their day old bread before parting with it. Respecting its symbolism rather than its culinary flexibility. Just as this whole grain Wonder your time has come and gone. My time to kiss you goodbye.