Who Am I

WHO AM I
By G V Paul.


I am who I am.
Old but not old.
My edges are blunted with the trials and tribulations of trying to maintain a work life balance.
I miss the spontaneity of kissing for no reason other than the pleasure of doing so.
I miss the sensuous vulnerable feeling of lying naked next to someone.
I miss just holding hands while you walk.
I miss silly jokes and gently mocking banter.
Just a nubbin of these would ease my sole for a while.
It Is hard to decide what I am.
Eclectic, eccentric or a bit of both perhaps..