the bitter absense of arms

I wish I could run from this
Bitter loneliness.
I wish I could hide.
But more than anything,
I only long to be held
In strong arms
And my hair soothed of
Its heartache.
But alas, there are
No arms
For me to escape to.
Only those of my twisted,
Tear stained sheets
And my cold,
Empty
Bed.

10/29/02