Never had my hand held in the night,
Or been caressed after a night's work.
A little nudge to calm my temper at times.
A rub on my shoulder when the tears are choking up my chest.
To remind me of myself when I don't even know who I am.

25 years of aloneness;
A toxic comfortness;
The cycle will go on and on.
That thought of knowing, "What if?" is much better a thought of my own imagination.