The Loss of a Loving Touch .

Time and again,
it comes back.
In deep sleep,
In wide open dreamy eyes.
The memory of a loving touch.

Time and again,
it stirs your soul.
During lonely nights
in a cold bed.
During long walks
with arms folded tightly.
The sweetness of a loving touch.

Time and again,
it haunts your existence.
Sometimes, every passing second.
The loss of a loving touch.

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