I want arms to hold me,
ears to listen,
and eyes that care.
I need the warmth of love,
the patience of friendship,
and the compassion of a partner.
I hunger for closeness,
trust,
belonging…
I feel the cold,
I hear the silence,
not a blink.
Winter is creeping in,
my ears are going deaf,
my eyes are foggy.
I am alone,
on my own,
cold.
(67 Words)
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