What Do You Want? Poem by Mary Daly

I go in a room,
They ask 'What do you want? '
Do I want the latest paper,
Do I want to talk to someone,
Do I want a holiday,
Do I want a cup of tea?
NO, what I want no-one can give,
What I want has gone,
As long as I live.
I want a new house,
I want a million pounds,
But what I want most
Is now a ghost.
He has gone.
Someday, perhaps
I will want someone else.
Someone to enter
My now barren landscape.
For now, I'm in limbo
And people aren't real.