A lonely heart
becomes insane,
crumbles apart,
embracing pain.
Navigates space,
while stuck in time.
Running in place,
all echoes chime.
Quivering hands
search for true love,
fall where they land,
to then wear gloves.
One single touch,
maybe a hug.
Is it too much?
Heartstrings are tugged.
An inner voice,
soothing yet proud,
offers a choice
that rings so loud.
A special friend,
felt deep within.
Bond never ends,
once it begins.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy