ACHING FOR A HUG
H. W. Bryce
My arms are aching for a hug,
My heart is yearning for my drug—
That’s you, my love, and you my friend,
And you and you and you, my all, to the end
Of all we know or will ever know.
This scourge has put a wall between
Us all, not allowed to touch.
I wouldn’t mind so very much
If the time of scourge were not so long.
This separation is so wrong.
The itch to touch is a fever now,
I really, really must see you, Now!
I want to break down the door,
I want to take you to the dance floor.
I want the times to be as they were
But polished up. I want us all to be
Together. Together we succeed,
We feed each other; apart, we are
Subject to fall. My heart is all atug.
My arms are aching for your hug.
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