Touch.

Your touch is glass covered
So I cannot feel the warmth,
I cannot even be sure
That you touch me there at all…

Absent of the anti-virus
The cold had begun to spread
Leaking into every pore
I thought my future bleak,

But not so very far away
Right beneath the surface,
Underneath the dying cells
A tingle - breaks the silence,

Your touch is glass covered
So I cannot feel the warmth
But something has begun to happen
I know your touch has come.