long for this world

We are all
not long for this world,
you know.
Yet we long for this world every day
we live. We long for all this world
can hold. We long for all this world has
in it, especially what we cannot find
and especially who we cannot find
to give.
Who would want what we have to give
- in blinding moments of glee fulfilled,
or mutually hanging around entwined,
supporting each other's growing old.

We want some of this, or all
because we have to. And if
we can't find this one,
there is no cure for the longing,
then.

We have to but can't. We discover
our need was only want, and when
we do, we want to be rid of it.
Because want, if it's something
that we can't get, so it must
be something that we don't need
- then want is no fun. We'd read
and believed far-flung reports
of what all can find, and all deserve,
well - give it a rest. That argument
has run its course, on foot
after corpse upon corpse
of dead horse, and spies
in the distance its
waiting hearse
and a plot long-planned
to remain unblessed.
By this point at least,
it will be uncursed.