~The Want Of You~ The want of you is like no other thing; It smites my soul with sudden sickening; It binds my being with a wreath of rue-- This want of you. It flashes on me with the waking sun; It creeps upon me when the day is done; It hammers at my heart the long night through-- This want of you. It sighs within me with the misting skies; Oh, all the day within my heart it cries, Old as your absence, yet each moment new-- This want of you. Mad with demand and aching with despair, It leaps within my heart and you are--where? God has forgotten, or he never knew-- This want of you. Ivan Leonard Wright. Back
