I Needed a Hug That He Couldn’t (Wouldn’t?) Give.

A Poetic Narrative

“No. I’m not, babe.”

I sit and cry alone, again. You silence me with half-hearted platitudes and sighs, and when those don’t work…distance. And I’ve begun to fade away.

The pounds are sloughing off. I’m wasting. Will you notice when I disappear? Maybe be relieved? I sleep for respite and for the few seconds at…