meantime

you are dust in your grave
sand and dirt

I am warm in my bed

I never thought I could 
bear it; to think of you
consumed by worms

but here I am
alive and well

sometimes even happy

home, abandoned

I always believed I would remain a place you call home no matter where you went or with whom now I find myself standing on the shore staring at an empty sea

hunger

I have known what it is
to starve; I have not
forgotten

but to be without your love
is a hunger gnawing
at my very bones

I sit here listening;
let it consume everything
inside me