---Never
-M. Logan

When did I last hold a human hand?
For naught but comfort, with no demand;
Just to hold, and be held, nothing more,
Never caring what might be in store?

Too long, I think, since last I knew,
The sight of a friend in plain view.
Near enough to touch, to hold near,
To banish away my darkest fear.

How long has it been?  I think I know.
Even now, as my tears start to flow,
I remember, it's been forever,
For the truth, I fear, must be never.