Hansel
A feast upon
I feasted on,
when my eyes
first looked at you.
While deep inside
as I looked on,
a hunger grew
and grew.
The time we spent
came and went,
as you slipped from me
like hours—
Now I seek of you,
a speck of you—
left for me to devour.
The crumbs you threw,
the trails to you,
I believe they led,
were in my head.
The crumbs you threw,
will make me ill—
yet they are all
I have of you.
The banquet done
for all but one,
as the crumbs
grow few and few.
My love will flow
on and on—
while slowly
I am starved of you.
— Lang Leav
