Categories: Bereavement
I search for your touch
The feel of your hand in mine
For assurance, comfort.
The touch of your arm around my shoulder
Protecting me. Guiding me.
Around my waist in teasing playfulness.
The touch of your lips on mine
In the sweetness of kisses.
The touch of passion, intimacy
So much touching gone.
I search for that touch
Long for the feel of your touching embrace
But it’s gone. Gone for ever.
It will never return
Touching stops with death.
