There are times
I forget who I am
and dare to dream

I feast on the emptiness of your words
until I explode
from the nothingness that expands in my soul

time will fade
the taste from my mouth
but not the hunger from within

pride will cleanse my palate
and remind me
that you do not exist
outside my loneliness

sweet nothings
leave a bitter aftertaste

but even the taste of shame
dissolves after a time
and I will sit at your table
to feast once more