The thoughts, memories, and wishing for it have filled me.
I have felt the heart thumping, stomach turning passions that flush the cheeks and leave you breathless.
I have felt it grow poisonous acidic to touch.
Watching it let go, fading like the fog burned away from the sun.
I once was too full to ask for another helping.
Now I hunger for more but the shelves have been emptied.
Their goods having turned foul from wait, putrid and bitter in my neglect.
Where do I go?