A Work in Progress...

This needs a bit of fine tuning, but it's a start, I guess

Touch

Longing on the inside
A deep desire to feel
isolated and alone
reaching deep, reaching hard

Something is missing
A darkness yearning
trying to be seen
waiting for the light to reach it

Wanting to feel the warmth
breaking the cold spell
making human contact
ceasing this frigid distance

Bridge this gap that lies between
everything seems so sterile
Afraid of touching another
words won't fill this cavern

A hand brushes the arm
A tentative hug
relaxes into a warm embrace
shattering the cold emptiness within