she hungers for it, for something to bounce back, for something to stick. so many things stuck inside her it’s hard to tell what he left behind and what he meant to give.
he hungers for it, for something to come back, for something to be found. so many things lost that it’s hard for him to tell what he had given her and what she stole.
they hunger for it, something to push back, for someone to shove. so many times they’ve touched each other but they’ve already gone numb. they’re already gone.