too much

you give me
too much food,
there is too
much on my plate.
i could never
eat all of this,
despite how
good it tastes.
it's overwhelming.
i can hardly
breathe.
and the same
goes for you,
there is too much
of you, and not
enough me for
me to stay, to
sit, to savor,
to share and eat,
but i'll have
a bite or two,
just the same,
and then
be on my way.