Needed

In understanding others

There is a price to pay.

Sometimes, we just get it wrong,

Dismissed, go on our way.

 

It’s hurtful when that happens

And I’m sore so deep inside

That reaching out brought you no comfort.

You chose to hide and not confide.

 

I don’t need or want your secrets,

Your worries and your fears.

I don’t need other burdens.

I have enough to last for years.

 

I suppose I’m just this person

Who cannot see a need

Without reaching out to offer,

To try to help you feed.

 

A way of being, a pair of arms,

If you want, a listening ear.

But, mainly, offering love, support

While you cry internal tears.

 

I recognise this need in me.

It’s a need for feeling needed.

Ignoring doesn’t work at all.

I’ve tried, but it won’t be heeded.

 

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Your Voice

Your voice is quite mellifluous

In my imagination

It washes clear across my pores

And takes me to your nation.

It may be one like Hugh of Oz

That melts and quivers knees,

Or could be spoken like a kiss

That touches, breathes with ease.

It could be a Canadian

Or US dialect,

It could be Scots or Irish

With a something in its fleck.

It could be just my hearing

That warms to accents so.

It may be just the words you say

That cause ears and heart to glow.