Longing

Thoughts on longing.

The empty hours pass by slowly.
I long for the whisper of a voice or the tenderness of a touch.
I long for words on a screen.
I ache for something to make me feel real. A part of this world.

Too long have I been in solitude.
Too long have I pretended that I did not need,
That I did not love,
And that I did not hunger for more.
Too long have I been removed from people.
It's surprising how one can forget how to be human.
Forget how to talk. 
Forget how to be.