I thrived on your promises,
reveled in them.
Celebrated a life so complete .
Now that you’re gone and
your promises have broken,
their million shards scattered
on the floor,
I still savor their aroma.
Out of hunger, I consume
the tidbits ,
the little morsels of your promises.
But, my famished heart , in its revolting
hunger still starves….
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