Him, Her

He craves for what will satiate the empty spaces.

So each bite of those sweet treats is a clandestine desire to satisfy him.

Little does he know that even if he consumes everything,

He’d still want more - a full stomach isn’t what he needed.

She thirsts for warmth.

So she drinks. She drinks hot coffee every chance she gets.

She drinks coffee whose taste doesn’t even satisfy her,

And whose warmth scorches her tongue every time she imbibes it too hastily.

He yearns for adventure.

So he reads, watches movies and he writes.

He chooses to escape into other people’s lives because his is too much of a humdrum.

He wants to act. So he could flee from reality and live various lives in one lifetime.

She pines for affection.

Every breath is as cold as the morning showers of August.

There are dry cheeks where there used to be tears of fervor,

And fraudulent laughter where there used to be the most special smile.

If they’d be a donut, they would be the like the classic holed ones.

Coated with colorful sprinkles all around but for the perfect emptiness left right where it should be full- the middle.

She longs for love.

And he is in pursuit of this thing, called happiness.