Aching For Connection

Whats wrong? You ask

Tears flood out of the corners of eyes over my temples

They were bigger than I anticipated but not surprising…

Considering how much I longed for this short moment of connection

Your hands stroking my back, running along my boney spine

Why doesn’t this happen anymore?

Every morning, every afternoon, evening evening, I long for this

But, something always gets in the way…

Work, the boat, family, lengthy washroom breaks….the distractions were endless

Endless things to choose instead of this

Us

I try to explain that I need this

I need this connection, this feeling, this trust

Still the excuses flood and my tears follow

I can’t help but to think

Is it me?

Will I ever be enough?

The question still lies unanswered and unwavering

Only I can choose whether to risk waiting for the response.