When love was a stranger

Revised

Before love was a stranger with trembling hands,

I choked on its emotional and physical demands.

Before love was a stranger I’d sit by the phone, dialing numbers in the darkness, desperate and alone.

Before love was a stranger it confided in me, always taunting and teasing so effortlessly.

No party invites no formal dress, no significant other do I possess.

It’s just me myself in an empty room, a dusty old sarcophagus in which I’m entombed.

“When love was a stranger” I asked myself why,

as I stared into the mirror and received no reply.

Reviews

[poetforlife]

How beautifully you capture the torment of the one sided love affair. There is no pain like love torn assunder. You did a beautiful job. I just wish there was more to the story.....

[Dream Weaver]

Thanks again PFL, I'm working on it....