Starving For Mary Poem by Timothy Goodmansen

Starving for Mary

I Eat and you leave me. I Drink
and my thirst for you is gone
It is in the pit of my stomach
the memories of you are drawn

I think. And without you
my thoughts are empty
My dreams are of you - alone
You are the season to my ending
I am the broken arrow

These sunken ribs, boney shins
are the scars that I must carry
For the days I've gone without you
O my sweet Mary

I hunger for your embrace
I thirst for the day
That we will again be two
And it will again be just me & you

For miles and miles - I will creep
through the blinding snow
And the lonely streets

Nor will I eat or drink or sleep
'till one day you comeback to me
And I will drop down to your feet
And you will look down at me
At my emaciated face, my weary being

Tell me then... will you leave?