The subtle art of yearning 🪷

It was never out of my head,

My couch and bed,

They took turns in being my comfort zone.

Conversations, endless ones

With anyone but myself.

Everything else was burnout.

But now, here I am

With my literally unbendable knees

(I hope my tissues get well soon)

Bent, on top of my right leg,

Yearning - for contact.

For a humane touch, for conversations 

For attention, to be looked at.

Never knew a hug would be a yearning.

But it's good 

Really good to have something 

That doesn't bore you 

Even if repeated ad nauseam.

My yearning list:

1: Warm hugs

2: Swim in a river

3: A clean room

Why don't you write yours?