To Want

I finally realise the Great Tragedy of want
(for it is not love, I know not of this love)

We hear tell of wanting

A hunger such that one cannot eat
I have felt it

A longing so great one cannot move
I have felt it

A desire to speak such that one cannot speak
I have felt it

Have felt, and fell still
This wanting

I hunger
Yet do not eat

I long for
Yet cannot move

I desire
Yet do not speak

For fear of wanting
My want
And yours

The acknowledgement of our want
The Tragedy of our want

It is all true