Croissant
Those savory flakes of French crust,
folded with layers of butter
(stuffed, occasionally, with sweets)
were once how I saw our affair,
but as you retreat through the door,
I recall that the translation
mirrors the sliver moonlight
as she recedes into nothing.
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