Solitude

In your silence
in your cry
in your patience
in your persona
and in your truth
in your pain
and in your tears
in your laughter
and in your fears
in your thoughts
in your absence
and in your hold
in your no's
and in your woes
in your warmth
and in you wrath
in your haste
and in my snatch
in your afterglow
and that feeling of high and low
in my desires
and in your sanity
in my dreams
and in your realities
in your truth
and my loyalities
in your forthrightness
and in my unending persistence
in your rejection
and in my pestilence
in life's irony
and in your jokes
in my plight
and in your flight
in your strength
and in my might
in your walls
and in my voice
in your resolve
and in my your-choice
in your absoluteness
and my foray
in my complexity
and your sunlight
in my lips
and in your eyes
in my actions
and in your answers
in my nothingness
and in your nobility
in my calm
in your hurt
in your unbelonging
and to my fate
in your denial
and in my running late
in all the fanfare
and your telltale absence
and in being on hold
in your temper
and in my being inane
I find myself feeling to be wanted again...