Desire

One thing to know for sure, I think—

Despite all the isolation, all the misdirection—

She does not want to be alone

When she plunges her trembling hand

Into a shoulder-strap clutch to ensure

She still has her eight-year old phone

Only a thumbprint is required

To unlock its capabilities and

Careful thumbtips accomplish the rest—

I cannot continue like this

In the darkness, in the deep blue room,

In what feels all empty, all alone—

The sender genuinely wants to be found