Nourishment

 A poem:

I recall the days, all of them, not just the early ones. 

What I remember is that you looked into my eyes like they were a banquet, and you were starving. 

One day you told me that you had to stop, you were spoiling your dinner. 

Now, a literal lifetime later, we're speaking again. You say out loud that you don't need me to get you anything, so why do I hear what I hear in your voice? 

You sound hungry.