Starved

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Your heart is starved

I can see the hunger in your eyes

I can feel it even when they are closed

Desperate for connection,

you wander the world

like an exhausted passenger

seeking a seat on a full train

You search for the scent of kindness

underneath shuffling newspapers and coffee cups

and wonder why

everything you plant

dies

You thought you were surrounded

by fertile ground,

but when you dig,

layer by layer you find clay and sand,

while the verdancy taunts you

from just over the fence

or around the next turn

Sometimes

you want to yield to the emptiness,

surrender to the isolation

and let your appetites

dissipate

like a drop of ink

in the ocean.

Ponytail by Last Exit 

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Hungry Eyes, Haunted Hearts

and The Mag, Mag 170 

and The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 110 

and dVerse Poets Pub, Meeting the Bar, Synesthesia