Anhelo

I’ve always wanted more.

I crave this feeling.
It’s more than love.
Passion.
I want to be consumed by it.

Anhelo.
The word gives me goosebumps.
Limitless desire.
It makes my bones ache.
I shudder in delight,
Anticipation.

One day.
It’s not fruitless waiting.
I will feel this.
Fully.

Ebbing.
Drawing closer then away again.
I reach out, hoping you’ll reach back.

Until then I patiently wait
For the inevitable.