Goldfish

I don’t like the crumbs, 
But I eat them anyway. 
I eat them like they’re whole, 
As they are the best part to me.
They are always there.
Like a man who’s instead 
Learned to fish
There’s more
to be had, 
Saving the rest for later.

I take slow, small, deliberate
bites, 
Like a goldfish, 
Mostly inhaling water, 
Saving the bigger pieces
for you.

Although they’re all mine, 
They taste better, knowing 
That I’ve shared them with you. 
No matter how far these crumbs 
Drift apart, 
Whether you eat them fast 
Or you eat them slow, 
There will always be something left 
To swim around
in your stomach.

I am afraid to close my eyes 
And miss the moment you 
Savor it all. 
I could tell you that I’ve saved 
The best part
for you, 
Knowing that it’s all I have to give. 
My hands are only so big.