The Need For Love
Poem By Elizabeth Stone
The need for love knocked on my door.
Unsuspecting and oblivious, I lead her inside.
And suddenly she left me craving for more,
and I was unhappy with what was already mine.
The need for love stayed for years,
and she was bossy and whiny and always alone.
She brought sleepless nights and terrible fears,
so I couldn’t find peace even in my home.
The need for love left one morning,
only her memory lingered in my room.
But somehow she managed to leave me a yearning –
a yearning for a need that gave up too soon.
Without the need I feel so old,
so empty and hollow as if I was dead.
I live like a shell whose blood is cold
and that’s about everything that needs to be said.