Is there a word for when I’m so lonely
that my body writhes and I begin to cry?
Is there a word for when my solitude, my prison,
causes me tangible agony?
Is there a word for when my soul is drowning
in that infinitely black abyss of seclusion?
Is there a word for when I desire someone
to know me better than I know myself?
Is there a word for when all I want
is to stare into your eyes for all of eternity?
Is there a word for when all that I am is screaming out
for all that you are?
Is there a word for wanting to be wholly overtaken by a singular word that can express my innermost pain and desires in all their complexities?

I know in my heart that there must be, for my existence
has been searching.
It is such a word that if spoken would rend me apart,
spirit from body.
Yet here I persist, longing to be torn, if only to know you better.