Disconnect

I need to feel connected
even if I cannot trust.
Too long I've lived in the desert
starving for something more
than dry rations
from your pack.

I am fed,
but not nourished.
Enduring,
but always empty.

Surviving on whims and wishes
amid the destruction of our past,
I long to taste the burning sweetness
of your lie,
the creamy confection
of false promise.
With whipped cream
and a cherry on top.

An indulgent feast of fantasy
would sustain me one more day,
and break the monotony
of this diet
of truth,
separation,
and alone.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post