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Starve
 
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,
your youth,
even
your wife.
And for me to be seeking out the same fulfillment in you.
But we will only starve.

By heyachristina

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