quinta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2017

You ain't food. (20/40)

A hug is all I need to starve.
Sniffling a memory that brings my veins to swell.
The sensation of ceasing to fast, 
It punches me even after you've gone.
I'm tempted to ask "Could I grab some?"
Would you think, respond or only look deep in my hushed heartbeat, smile and leave?
Latter, would you say "Anytime", "Again?" or "Ain't happen anymore"?
Would I just feel satiated?
A hug is all I need
My memory brings every little taste back
But you sent me pics.
Then, why would I overlook an illustrated menu knowing that the meal would never come?
Hey, next time, could you take my order while hungering me?
May I have a say, please?
Must I beg?

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