Your touch is what I long for,
It is what I miss the most.
The pinch, the nudge,
The hug and the slap-
I miss them all.
Even the fights have lost their charm now.
I try to substitute it.
Each time I cross the road,
It is with a new person.
Each time I laugh,
It is a new arm I hold.
Each time I buy a ring,
It is for a new finger.
The novelty brightens things up,
Else, life would be dreadfully still.
