I don’t miss you

As much as I miss the idea of you


Always there

when I seek

just a little more…


Your hunger

is instinct. Primal.

Like a feral dog.

But your appetite…

was all for me.

Elevated to an art…

beneath your breathless gaze

 my performance

was all for you.

Look at me.

The secret exhibitionist

with you,

my audience of one.