The Next Hunger Artist

I can’t help but feel consumed
By my thoughts of you.

I play with my food,
My fork prodding every memory,
Every moment we shared,
But it’s barely enough to fill my plate.

We didn’t make enough for seconds,

Which is a fucking shame!

I’ve never had a meal like this. 
I savor every bite,

But for each one taken,
I lose another part of you. 

I’ve been at the dinner table for over an hour
And a dent in my plate is all I could muster. 
Why does the hunger intensify as I try to fill myself?

I am being devoured from the inside,
My stomach rejecting it
Because no matter how good it tastes,
It knows it won’t receive more once it ends.

That is to say, 

I’d rather starve than never see you again.

-k.r.r.