Your Touch

And so it is, since the day I was stolen 

I couldn't stand to be touched by people,

but I craved the tactile reassurance 

of a loved one missing in my life...

And I survived in protective shells, 

layers of armour to keep my cold heart warm,

an ember I kept for myself, burning with hope

and love, even though these things were fantasies.

Until that one day when I found you, and I reached out

and ever since that day you have touched me...

the touch I craved for so very long, now embracing me,

healing me, healing you.