I picked it up.

I thought of her

It was hard to tell weather I was bored or hungry

Yet it didn't seem to matter much since the two had become kin, synonymous in my mind

Keen as usual to finish what I started, I ate it.

a sort of sickening sweetness settled into my taste buds as I broke a chunk off and threw it to the bush below

Her name echoing in my mind

It had become kind of a bother

I'd go without it if I could

But it seems to ring in my eardrums, leaving them longing to hear it spoken or hear the voice that so wonderfully pairs with it

The letters dance around in my mind

The "T" walks solo

The "a"'s travel in tandem

All shuffling around in a random order

Not spelling her name, but I understand

Her language is written all over the alphabet in my mind

and I know

I know