I am living out a heartbreak wherein

I feel a slavering hunger and thirst

That wonders if hope will spring eternal

If I pour it out at a mere trickle.

And then arrives this distance between us

Even as droplets, care ceases to come

Flesh and blood withdraw their tantalizing

From where they’d almost land on my love tongue

Yet, I strangely find myself less hungry.

Because arrived this distance between us

I am full of a growing contentment

Its young shoots promisingly spreading out

I’ve changed lifestyle from the hunt-and-gather

My peace, a steadier farmer’s diet.

When I now feel this distance between us

Rather than starve while chasing your presence

I let your absence act as a monsoon

That banks the blazing of desperation

And use it to fill wells and water crops.