Wanting

Have you ever needed a poem?
To feel it missing from you,
a delicate memory, rustling quietly
invisibly
inside your head?

Have you ever pulled yourself
through rows and rows of
odd titles and collections
to find one single, addicting line?

I ask you, friend, because
though I have forgotten your name
I have read your spirit and
felt your tears that drenched my
sweater sleeve

and search feverishly for that
brief moment
hidden between every of your
tenuous words.