Loss of confusion

She felt hungry.

As I sat there, I could see her looking at me.

She felt hungry.

Her eyes told me.

They told me how hungry she was.

I could feel she didn't know how to ask me.

So she just sat there.

(And I did nothing.)

I did nothing and for a split second,

I felt like everything I had in life. . . 

it vanished.

That is not a sad part of this poem.

The saddest part of this poem I saved for the first line.

(end.)

- Marco