Wanting to reach out to
something that isn’t there
wanting, but not believing
that I will ever have
Thirsting, but not believing
that I will ever drink
I am alone, and yet I am not
I am, but an echo of the word
Waiting, and wanting to be heard
unexpectedly at times
I hear and unexpectedly
at times I see
I hear and see more
Clearly than I ever have before
at times for me there is
no longer any past or future
only the present moment
And I find myself
no longer wanting no longer
thirsting, no longer alone
because I am with me
and I am finally being heard
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