In response to dVerse Poets Pub:
https://wp.me/p1GTyJ-8Rw
After the Fast
There is a hunger
that is not for bread
but for being understood.
It prowls between sentences,
gnaws at silence,
waits at the door
like a stray cat
refusing dismissal.
I feed it words,
carefully chosen crumbs,
and hope
it learns
my name.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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