I dreamt last night  
of a dinner for two—  
distant, shrouded in fog,  
a feast fit for royalty.

But the first taste  
was heavy, bittersweet,  
a blend of memories  
clinging to my teeth.

Somehow, you reached me,  
and for a moment, I was full—  
but the cruel rip of waking  
just left me to starve.