9 days left, till I move to Greensboro. and now, a poem:

Hold me please
for I have forgotten
what it means
to have been held.

Safety has long been lost
to comfort
and vices
and to hell

touch my skin
for i forget 
the sensation held there in
for my unused nerves
quiver and ache

and somewhere
along the line
i trust 
you will cause some hurt
unncessary as it may seem
it too, will by then
feel distant.