Missing Touches

The nights are the worst, as relentless tiring boredom sets in. The days aren’t much better the drudgery of dishes, cleaning the fridge for the third time today. I almost bathed the dog but that seemed like taking things a bit too far. There are corners to clean and closets to reorganize one more time. In the world that was before time didn’t seem so endless, so dragged out. The hours seemed like minutes. Nothing has changed except my perspective. The lack of human touch leaves my essence in low speed, un-recharged. Kisses sent through cyber-space can’t replace the moisture of your kiss upon my face.