A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier



With every step taken

a piece is left behind,

dropping off

like beads from last years

mardi gras.


Slipping off in the shower

down the drain

wet and dirty,

with a tinge

of blood and iron.


And there is a bit

in the bottom

of every whisky bottle,

scattered around the ally

of a youth spent wasted.


A piece on an old cigarette butt,

washing down the gutter

of the gray city street.


Even in every breath

spent yelling

at pigeons in the park,

a piece is left there too.


Soon there may be

nothing left.


Maybe that’s not so bad.


And although it’s painful

when a piece is lost,

it could be balanced

by the peace

that is gained.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier

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Added on February 12, 2010
Last Updated on August 30, 2010
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