Life Sign


Your smug dismissal

of my hoping,

wanting, yearning

keeps me silent.

 

Neither separation

nor ending

do I seek.

 

I am trained to

render my voice

into speaking that

nullifies me

into you.

 

Yet, I remain.

 

You have ejected me

with burden intact

and untraceable

from its origin.

 

What is this wanting,

What is this sign?