I Write Poetry

Basic
Have you ever wanted something basic
Like the touch of their hand on your face
So you touch your cheek to imagine
It is really their touch in your place

Have you ever needed words of kindness
But were greeted with silence instead
Imagining gentle words spoken
To bandage the new cut that has bled

Have you ever gone days without speaking
Invisible to all living souls
And say to yourself that it's better
Because no one can make you feel whole

Have you ever been secluded so long
That the mere thought of sun hurt your eyes
It's all so foreign beyond your door
And each stranger's thin smile is a guise

Have you ever craved something deep so much
That you couldn't explain it with words
Some repair of shattered illusion
Or unhearing of something you've heard

Have you ever despaired your existence
Wondering why you go on to draw breath
When life has departed another
Someone much less deserving of death

Have you ever just ached for belonging
But found private tears your only salve
Have you felt alone in your suffering
From the absent and basic- I have