Touch

Hold

Hold myself to feel anything

To feel as if someone else is here

I miss the days when someone was there

Near me

With me

The graze of a hand

On my shoulder

On the small of my back

Fingers intertwined

I’m dying for it all

To feel again

To feel the desire

To be wanted by another

Even if for a small fraction of a second

But things have changed

I’m like an animal

Or a child

Dying for someone to notice

To fill my cup

To give me what I’ve been craving

For so long

For nourishment

For human contact

For acknowledgment