Touch (To whoever relates to this, you have my sympathies)

 I was simply walking along a road, today

Among the mid-day crowd that rushes 

And my hand, as it swung like a pendulum freely

Brushed against that of another 

And even as I kept walking, for an instant I was overwhelmed 

It was nothing more than a single touch

An unnoticeable mistake 

One that made my heart flare up

The skin on the back of my palm, where the stranger's hand had met mine, tingled

It felt like a thousand ants were desperately trying to crawl out 

I'll admit, I shivered in that instant, but I kept walking 

And I kept walking, in a cold daze, and found myself longing for someone to touch me again