I never really thought much about the feeling of being touched or held until it was gone. Usually touch was taken for granted – at times I shoved it off, told you to stop. Too closed in. When you held me, put your arm around me in comfort, it was nice – but I took that for granted. I should have held on, maybe closed my fingers around your’s more often or held you close while we slept. Maybe then I can remember it.

Now – I just close my eyes and remember a fleeting touch. It’s surprising how much you miss it when it’s no longer there.


Pose: “Light My Fire” – Exposeur Poses / Rubystarlight Writer

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