Sometimes, I forget how to touch. So close I can feel it To grab out and steal it I want to reach out to clutch
Sometimes, I forget how to touch My body begs for the affection broken , tired, seeking attention I need someone to say it To open their arms and tell me I love you so much.
Sometimes, I forget to touch I think that the wind can hold me Wrap its arms around and engulf me Someone, something Please come show me I crave it I don’t know how else to say it Sometimes, I forget what it feels like to be touched.
I based my poem off the line "Sometimes, I forget how to touch" from the poem Single Lines Looking Forward. or One Monostich Past 45 by Francine J. Harris