I've had it up to

less is more, they say,

and moreover, it seems

less of my time

is taken up by you

and more my yearning,

but it's all you in the end, really.

Just more to crave

I eat less when you're away,

though I'm still fed

because you told me to be,

or will I starve again

when you leave,

which I know you will,

once you realize I'm not

looking at you with envy,

but more a hungry fire

that was put out

April 30th.