Wanting
Poetry
to want
to be wanted
are we permitted
to say this out loud
or are we destined
to hide
and find contrivances
dim pathways
to cull the sound
from inner reaches
these desires come
we push them
deep
as if it were vile scum
too much now
and the tide turns
i walk back
unfeeling
some battles won
He walked back into the room and looked at her. There were only a few things left to say, but he did not have the heart to say them.
She sat and played with her phone, waiting expectantly.
The courtesy to look him back had been lost along the way.
A cold draft entered the room, an open window or perhaps he imagined it.
He had felt cold for a while now.
He closed his eyes, felt it all for a moment.
What paths lay ahead of him.
None of them seemed right.
To wallow,
or would it be better to seek flight.
— Ravi C.
