A Wanting Epitaph

Sustainable desire never gives
Dénouement the time of day

Nor does an idiomatic isotope  
Bargain for selections
In the bookstore's back alley

Eyes, naked, bare the play
Mint and a secret ending
Glinting an edge for tomorrow

Sapped of potential energy
Dulled and lulled into adjacency

Symbiosis, you know, is merely nearness
And when suffering is documented
Want gives way to haunt