Chimera

Woke up looking for my pair of slippers for my bud-like feet full of blisters

Not for wide arms open squeezing around me

Bathe with cold water hollowed topsy turvy  with  glasses of fresh milk

Not for prolonged hugs of intimacy and cuddles in a room of comfort

Plate of rice and fish plus aromatic cup of dark hot chocolate

Not stolen gaze and glares upon opening my swelling eyes

Not blatantly words that prickle my insensible tacioception.

Not jars of paper hearts full of scrap of bliss as ‘I love yous’

Only your existence and deep talks

with one-way hug telling “Grotesque fate has played what we have before…”

“…Shhh. I love you and always will do no matter what.”