In Answer: A Void

People want love returned for love, dialogue for dialogue, touch for touch.

But there is something else, something deeper, that can only be given—without hope of return. Is this too part of some unfulfilled longing? Or is it something else altogether?

What was it I actually gave you, that I received only emptiness in return? Is this the reason for my sorrow?

I no longer expect an answer from you. Is there no word in this whole world that applies to me?

Let me drift lightly upon you; I will find my own way across to the other shore.