I was unable to sleep, for once not because I was troubled but because I could not stop thinking and musing, and then this came to me very suddenly:
i want you
i am in want
i am in want of you
I don’t mean any of what I just said about you. (The you is just a placeholder for a nameless and formless entity I have yet to discover.)
But this much is true: I want (and I am in want of), in every sense of the word, desiring and lacking.