Breadcrumb Promises

I followed you there, to that place beyond wakefulness, and you said there were no secrets; my heart unbuttoned like a shirt. You scattered breadcrumb promises, and the birds came after us, growing strong, taking what wasn’t theirs. Now their forms silhouette the smoke-filled sky, while I sit without a trail to follow, the forest ablaze by your flicked match, but you never come to save me. The breadcrumbs will end up in bird shit on an old couple’s car. You will come to the funeral and you’ll say, I loved her, and you’ll say, I’m sorry, and everyone will nod, but no one will look you in the eye.