Alan reads “The Anatomy of Longing”

 

The Anatomy of Longing

 

When he looks inside, the doctor says, You’re fine,
save for a few loose parts even he can’t name. 
That might be why I feel so hollowed out
when he tells me Breathe, and then, Again,
and I admit to myself, if not to him,
I know this feeling from before,
a time I was young and hollowed out for sure.
He says, Medicine has no name for this,
but we can call it Longing, if you like. 
He knows I like when things have names,
but it takes too long till names come known. 
What’s usually best is just move on, breathe on my own–
if not exactly free, then calm and hollowed out
the way it was, when I used to be.