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You don’t seem to have an appetite
For all that I have cooked for you.

What if you aren’t hungry at all,
With a strong need to be elsewhere?
What if you haven’t the time to listen
To my something and a thousand
Nothings that I could only tell you?
How do I keep you from going away?

I am singing now, my very own song,
With words and a tune all my own.
You listen by the threshold, charmed
Despite yourself, on your way out.
You come back in, to listen some more,
Wrapped up now, in my embrace.

Now that you’ve found your appetite,
You’ve eaten up everything I’ve made.

Visual response by Artisashwini