The Reason
the reason
why i do not
eat alone
and sleep
alone is not
my handsome
form or my
innate wit
and choosy
sense of humor
it is just
that i am
meant
to be shared
my hands
open
wanting
someone
to hold
my arms
open
always needing
someone
to embrace
i am designed
for hugs
my lips
for kissing
and i think
i will never learn
again
the pain
of learning
how is it
to be alone
and feel
that i am
dying
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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