untitled

If you have suggestions as for a name, I'm clueless at this point.

Wanting not to be absent
but also not to destroy
as I so surely do
Wanting not this silence
of things we cannot word
can only feel and gesture
Wanting not to crush
into the powder of brokenness
a soul willing to be
Wanting to accept
what is certain in our hearts
and obvious to this world
Wanting better than
what was what is
wanting what we can be
Through every moment I am strung
each attaching itself to-
along a thread of existance-
finding its way to-
seeking and latching-
on to you