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.