Missing Touches
The nights are the worst,
as relentless tiring boredom sets in.
The days aren’t much better
the drudgery of dishes, cleaning the fridge
for the third time today.
I almost bathed the dog
but that seemed like taking things a bit too far.
There are corners to clean
and closets to reorganize one more time.
In the world that was before
time didn’t seem so endless, so dragged out.
The hours seemed like minutes.
Nothing has changed except my perspective.
The lack of human touch
leaves my essence in low speed, un-recharged.
Kisses sent through cyber-space
can’t replace the moisture of your kiss upon my face.
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