No hands to hold me
No arms to embrace me
my body alone like never before
waits and waits for touch.
No tickles to make me laugh
and squirm up into a ball of glorious childish giggles.
No feathers float in my bedroom
now pillows are only used as headrests.
No one to share dessert with
Only memories to share with myself
© Sheila Ash 19th March 2016