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 believed they led- were in my head.
The crumbs you threw, 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