One Desire

I have an anxious desire
to be needed
I want to be so indispensable to someone that
they cry out with emptiness
in the absence of my presence

I want someone to worship me
like the flowers worship the sun
like the whiteout worships the ink
like the cordless phone's entire existence
depends on its wired base

I want to fit with someone perfectly,
like a spoon is necessary to a cereal bowl
like a remote, whose purpose is lost without a TV
or like a binder that is useless
if there is lacking a 3-hole paper puncher

I want to be as close to someone
as the shadows that hug the walls
or the mist that clings to windows
and the rain that sticks to the side of my car
that in a thousand drops roll off
leaving a thousand damp tear streaks

go back.