Want

Being wanted is such a precious thing...

 

My fingers remember
when I heard that last moment
of want in your voice.

That last moment,
hanging in the air
like it was pressed in a
heavy book for two years
and placed on the wall
in a frame to accentuate
the care that had been
taken to preserve it,
now taunts me every time
I accidentally dial the number

you used to have when
I had captured that delicate and
rare thing called want.

Reviews

Good form and choice of words, format done well.

Message is imparted splendid as usual.

A wonderful piece