You were
the midnight snack—
the place I went
at the end of the night,
the burger joint
that’s always open
A limited menu
for after hours,
the perfect
lack of choice,
with ingredients
always missing
Still,
I took
what I could get,
like a stray cat,
wandering back
to the same doorstep,
over
and
over
again
I’d ask for
extra dressings, please,
to help fill
the empty spaces,
just enough
until I woke
hungry
Never had a full meal
with you,
never made it to
dessert,
just a quick fix
for a craving
I didn’t want to name
Hungry
