This One

What happened?

My brain just spins

and whirls

around every memory 

of that certain one.

It's never been like this.

Now all I do 

is wait.

There are 

so many things

you can pick up

and put down

to put a dent

in the hours of the day;

things to take

and

things to leave.

Nothing can stop

the spreading need

that has seeped into

every wondering corner

of my being.

This one is my every reason

to struggle with joy

and call a truce

with passion.

I submit 

to this one's

community of

the faithful.