To have a hand hold mine
and a voice in my ear
telling me whispers of laughter
chasing away a fear

To have an arm around my back
and a palm at my nape
giving me encouragement
while making sure I dont escape

To have someone sit beside me
and pretend we're not both cold
To have some pride in me
as we both grow old

Sometimes, I forget what it's like
to not be alone
Then I look over,
*and you're gone...