So Long
Looking for sustenance,
Opening the doors of empty cupboards,
No longer knowing what I need,
Trying to fill the hollowness.
The feeling of pebbles, shiny,
Glittering, they roll over me,
Not hurting, but aching,
As if it is chronic,
And there will be no end.
Without love for so long,
I still miss the particular,
The taste and crunch of being in your days,
Thoughts consume me and I stay hungry.
Jan/Feb 2011
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