To the "Food" I had

To the food that I had,
in the morning, in the night, in the between of days.
You tasted good, you tasted fine,
I would love to have you again.

Do you feel like home,
the winding road inside my body?
Have you settled in your new home,
be the cells that you wanted to be?

Or have you finally reached the end,
to the end of the tunnel of my body?
Or be the waste that was discharged from my body,
excrement?

I'm sorry, but I thank you.