there is a hunger 
often associated with pain
that you feel 
when you look at someone 
you used to love and enjoyed 
loving and want 
to love again
though you know you can't 
that gnaws at you
as steadily as a mosquito 
some michigan summer
churning his wings
through your window screen
because the real world 
says you are a strong woman
and anyway he never thought you'd really miss him