~~@2016 Angela Wilcox
Go reach out and touch someone you know who lives alone. It is a gift they cannot give themselves.
I sit in my silence
Alone everyday
No one around me
So still and afraid
Afraid not for safety
My walls, they are strong
Afraid not for darkness
My lights, they shine long
What I fear most
Is the loss of a touch
The feel of a hand
That loves me so much
I fear of forgetting
The longing for love
You really can't know
The power of touch
Until it is gone.
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