i was your rations
sent from heaven to sustain you.

but you wanted more
and didn’t care for the simple things
and you chose to disregard
that i gave you life

there day by day
just enough

forgetting that all i was
was
milk and honey
and when you eventually got tired

that sweet stuff
that just enough-
the old me
was left
rotting
turning to worms




maybe it was meant to be