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 thew,
will make me ill - 
yet they are all,
I have of you. 

The banquet done,
for all but one,
as the crumbs
grow fewer and few.

My love will flow
on and on,
while slowly
I am starved of you.

- Lang Leav