Desire

It’s so untouchable.

Something I could want so badly, if circumstances were different.

But even then, something I shouldn’t want.

It’s so hard to walk by and see it and know I can’t have it.

Dreams about it; hours spent thinking about all the possibilities with and without it.

If I touch it, how many people will feel the effect?

How many lives will change because of this longing?

But it’s so beautiful, so enticing.

Life with it – laborious but wonderful.

Life without it – real and true.

And every time I look at it, I know it’s unreal.

Untouchable.

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