Hands at sides,
heavy
with all they don't hold.
Want
fills my throat,
keeping back words.
Standing in your arms,
not being filled.
Feet ache to take off,
escape what's not here.
Running keeps Aching away for a time,
but takes with it Loving,
makes Hope hard to find.

MASH

Frank Burns: "I've had enough of your sleeping in!"
Radar:"Oh, well I only do it in the morning, sir."

Asking

Not asking for the world,

just a hug.

just an ear.

Not asking for your day,

just a moment.

just you here.

Not asking for your everything,

not all your love.

not you.

Just needing someone here for now

and hoping

you would do.