Hunger

Our appetites were formed
In the optimism
of our Youth
Before we knew
what we really needed -
Decisions ripening
and falling like leaves,
dead on the ground.
Our experience
alone and together
like a prism
through which we see
Everything
differently now,
clearly,
not led by restlessness
or ultimatums,
a path of technicolor
where it was only
grayscale.
I have disconnected my fantasies
So I can fill myself
with something real
and the Hunger stops.