A touch is a Hug for the Lonely
A touch is a hug for the lonely,
I thought as I sat on that plane.
The sleeping man beside me,
Would never know that feeling he made.
As his head nodded off,
His elbow extended to mine.
This little little tap
Echoed in a hollow mine.
I savoured such a warm embrace,
From the man that would never know me,
But I couldn’t help but be reminded,
Of all those times I have felt lonely.
Copyright © William Loughrey | Year Posted 2025
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