Something in you is hungry,|
but I am an empty vessel, too.
On the outside, we are beautiful--
mosaic pieces fit together like a puzzle;
we run our fingers over grooved breaks
and weathered cracks.
Here, a reflection--your blue eye.
There, the dip of your downward smile--
and when I put my ear close--
the dense echo of your longing
for your father,
And for me to be seeking out the same fulfillment in you.
But we will only starve.
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