Touch Deprivation

My heart aches and it spreads through my body

My showers are becoming hotter and longer

                I curl up

       On my oversized bed

       In my dark bedroom

       Full of emptiness

      And I pull my blankets

      Up to my chest

                And hope that, for just a moment,

                   I can pretend they are gentle arms

                   That hold me through scary nights

                   While I am reminded, every day,

That I am alone.