Affection 

A craving unsatisfied 

A fear too great to ask for.

I crave affection.

Not in the way you look through rose tinted glasses

Or the way the world sighs and sings it's praise

Or the way everything is perfect, ripe with opportunity 

In the embrace of a lover.

I crave the comfort of home

The safety of a friend

The love of a community

I crave the way the world is silent

Where tears are enveloped and cherished

Where memories spread anew 

In the embrace of family.

I crave affection 

In a way that is consuming in its care

But I'm afraid to ask

And am therefore, unsatisfied.