Will you see the sacrifice
as it lays dying at your feet,
wound gaping - an open sore -
stabbed by love?
Will you recognize they died
of hunger - though they slaked
their thirst with love, you
provided no nutrition, no succor?
Will you see life left them
through a failure of the heart -
you kept wanting more; demanding
more, and returned hollow affection?
They sacrificed themselves breaking their hearts,
going hungry that you might feel loved. Did you?
