If you had told me I would have
yearned for a simple handshake,
months from now,
I would have scoffed at such a silly notion.
If you would had said a hug from
a loved one was a distant memory
and that only through dreaming in bed
at night could such an implausible embrace happen,
I would have laughed in your face.
No light touches, no manly shoulder to shoulder hugs,
no holding hands, no fist bumps,
no incidental brushing of skin against
skin in the everyday going on
None of that.
I am bereft and unaware of the warmth
or coldness of a cheek or simple palms of another,
stolen is the smile behind
a mask that might have touched my soul
as they looked my way in the incidental
happenings of a mere
There is a gnawing
threatening to consume
by Philip Wardlow, May 12th, 2020
My Red can be annoying,
as she falls into a world all
with me almost fully removed
as she dips her toes
into that other place, that’s
hard to reach when she’s in it.
But I’m not a thin skinned,
needy meek man
I have my own thing
and she gives me the me in me
that I need to be.
Besides, I like when she goes there
for it’s beautiful to see
to grab part of life
I love that most about her,
Oh, and when she finally looks up
and gets up
and saunters over smiling
I know that the
soon be all on me.
by Philip Wardlow 2018