SOMETIMES

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In a room that is dark the only sound you can hear is

that from the electric fan, and a music
     from a nearby house.

The moment is calling to assess,
  to think things again,
  what's happening, and see
  what can be done.

Sometimes it's good to have a friend,
 that one person you can call,
 someone who will listen,
  who will say it's okay to be weak
  from time to time.

That he can ask you how you are,
  are you okay, are you happy?

 That it's okay to miss the friendly warmth touch, that tap,
    and caress, that can give
   comfort to the ailing body.

And yes, sometimes, I miss the love
  that is outpouring, that I wish
  to have when life is not at its best,
  when it tends to be elusive and irreproachable.