Where does the hunger go?

You're hungry. You eat. And then you're not hungry. Where does the hunger go?- Asks a snickers commercial.

The hunger cycle is always repeating itself. It's a never ending void we will be filling and refilling for the rest of our lives.

I was standing in the kitchen chopping onions and bell peppers. Into the bowl of eggs and milk they go. Pepper. Salt. Garlic. And some tapatio, because I know you like it.

You enjoyed your 11am eggs. But it's almost noon and you have to go.

"Are you ok? You sound sad," you said.

I'm just waiting for the two week hunger.

You're packing up the rest of your laundry. Unplugging your phone charger. Gathering your things and setting them by the door. Your hopeless half smile is killing me right now.

I get up to help you load your car. I need to carry something in my hands to balance the emptiness.

You start your car and I assume my place on the front stairs and watch you drive away as I do every other week. I didn't cry, but I wanted to. It was just too warm of a day in November.

"Are you ok?" a stranger walking down the sidewalk asks.

"Uh, yeah...I'm just enjoying the weather."

"Oh. You looked sad. Well, have a nice day."

Weird.

I'm hungry. Starving. Time to eat alone.