The Split

She fed him
love and affection
like dollops of whip cream
smothering him in sweetness.

He soaked it up
like sponge cake
hoarding it in his
empty soul.

They survived that way
in lopsided balance
until her bowl was empty
and his quite full.

Then someone touched
her cheek telling her
she was special and for
the first time she tasted
the sweetness of cream.