Do you ever feel so alone,
So in need of affection,
That you lay in bed, reach down,
And grab your own hand?
Just close your eyes, and lay there,
Pretending your hand belonged to someone who loves you.
Someone who looks at you like you are the beginning and the end of their world.
Like you hang the moon, and are the reason the stars are shining.
There is no way to describe that pure form of love,
Nor is there a way to describe the pure form of loneliness
That results in holding your own hand.
SD 2/25/18