Listening for the longing

The words fall Calmly Yet sharply Gracefully Yet cruelly Razors clothed in a hushed, quiet tone Yet, maybe, there could be A hint of longing, That lingers for me A hint of sorrow Not just loneliness A hint of love Not just neediness I listen closely And hang on each word Listening for the longing Just to feel less absurd I listen closely So that I might see My own feelings Staring back at me I might listen in vain and yet I’ll listen for the longing Until my own decides to quit.