Touch
When did this happen
The moments are remembered
Some in cars
Some in walled buildings
Somewhere noisy
Some on far streets
Somewhere furtive and secret
Longing for a loving kiss
Longing for a hug
That squeezes
Almost breathlessly
Longing for a touch
That belongs to two
Longing for conversation
Where life decorates itself
Perhaps it's age or separation
A kind of life some call
A recluse
Or hermit
Not chosen
It just happened because
Of bad knees and
A painful shoulder
A wheel chair
Or disfigurement
And lack of enough money
There are rare knocks
On the door
There is leftover coffee
In the pot
When it's seen after breakfast
Eyes raised to the door
Silence here
Silence except from outside
Where others live
Friendlier lives
There were talks on phones
That lasted hours
Now it's just business
The boring minutes
Designed to keep a breath while
Sitting on the edge
Of an unmade bed
Closed curtains
The buzz of a fly caught
In the window
While a soul dies inside
Across a dark room
Across a mystical barrier
Barry G. Wick
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