The chase included all the delicacies love snacks on, fills up on even.
I kept coming back for more. You provided, I was hooked.
I could be satiated whenever I needed.
You kept your buffet stocked. A beautiful presentation.
I never felt hungry, rather I was full.
Years went by, I remained well fed.
We were happy. For a bit.
Then more years passed and the spread was less colorful, it didn’t speak to me.
And then, I began to notice less and less on the table before me, even some spoilage.
Hmmm, I’m hungry. That’s new.
I mentioned the pangs, I cried that I was hungry, I hurt going to sleep at night.
You ordered take-out, we ate together. For a bit.
Going down it felt like fake food, second-hand and ABC cud.
A temporary fix to fill a gaping hole, only as required.
But then you starved me. I lost so much.
When I started nourishing myself, I determined the menu.
I think I’ll pass on the next feast.
I’d like to live.