I miss people greatly

What a luxury they once were

But the world has moved on 

And an undervalued commodity such as touch

Has faded into the background of non necessities

And look how we flourish

And thrive inside our skulls

While our hearts have modeled the crustaceans

And crawled silently away seeking new homes

But what was never known 

Can never be lost

And i curse this memory 

For holding onto such distant happiness

And I curse myself for the joys

Which now cause me pain