Touch: The Journal of Healing




    by Stacey Dye

We live at arms length

together but lonely.

Gone are the days

you reached for me.

Like waves washing over the beach

you would consume me.

Now we do the dance of avoidance,

politely passing in the hall.

And I miss the tenderness

of your hugs,

your gentle kisses.

We coexist without contact.

To feel your hand

at the small of my back,

your lips brushing my neck

would open up our world again.

But some doors once closed

are impossible to enter.

Seems we lost the key

somewhere along the way.

© 2012  Stacey Dye

Stacey Dye writes to touch people. Her favorite subject is the human condition. Her love affair with words is life long and she collects them on rocks, jewelry and through music and memorable quotes. Credits include Touch: The Journal of Healing, Mused and BluePrintReview.

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