Starving Overtime

I miss friendships, caress
the playfulness of nudge.
Without my heart is lonely,
dailyness a dragging trudge.

I miss compassions touch,
cupped in empathy.
The knowledge only passed
in arms of sympathy.

I communicate my love
with handshake, hug, and kiss.
When it’s withheld,
I feel myself dismissed.

Even though I know
right now is not the time.
I fear for every heart,
starving, overtime.

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

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