Need

The lump of your honeyed memory,

Is what halters my speech,

The fear of uncertainty,

Is why my hands and yours don’t reach,

You think I don’t need you dear,

Why does then my breath upon breath stumble,

If you walking away is my joy,

Why do I see the city of my hope crumble?

I need you O unknown piece of my being,

I need you for a better living,

I don’t want to lose you, friend,

While you insist on going away,

My life will a malediction become,

Though be unaffected you may.

From My Poems: Twenty Ten