I thought I was hungry
I forgot my appetite
Or even that I had one
To watch me eat
Would it bring you
Great pleasure?
I am hungry still
But not for food
I have an appetite for
Life for living
For not saying goodbye
Too soon
For not telling a lie
But the truth
And maybe for
Catching you
Like a fish
If honesty
Gets away
From you
What if
You would be the one
That I would call
If I locked myself in a closet
And couldn’t see anyone
You could be the one
That I would call
If I were famous
If I couldn’t read the things
That people said
If I couldn’t search the web
You are the only one
Who would know me
Through it all
A different kind of hunger
If I were famous
A desire to be free
To be alone
Momentarily
Just long enough
To recall
How to
Take a bite
© GÄ
Poétique 