catching up on years past.
I am hungry, but the food does not satisfy.
I yearn to know more of you - to know you more.
It is a wonder that I can eat at all - the butterflies occupy en masse.
The years have been good to you;
You are more radiant now than ever.
My heart beats so loudly that I have to talk just to mask the sound
It's almost hard to hear you over the drumming in my chest...
...but I hang on to your every word
and I wonder:
Will there be dessert?