Try as I may

There is no denying

The intricacies

In your way

That leave behind

An ache for more

The fingers trace

Delicate footfalls

As hands and knees

Give way to

Desperate scrounging

For one last morsel

Of the way

You looked at me

That night

It lives on

A haunting reminder

That my hands

Are made to

Reach out and

Embrace, not

To dig in shadows

For remnants

Of things left

Behind, feeding

Me for a day

While I starve

For a lifetime