i am alone. the last time i felt a man's body next to mine was when my husband raped me. i left him. it has been over a year. we have a daughter. almost divorced. somehow? i managed to protect both my daughter an myself. we will live. but i am alone. until this very instance, i had not felt the entirety of such an empty presence. is that ironic? i get teary-eyed at the thought of someone, anyone, touching me. listening to me. caring. is that desperation. no. ..'cause i won't act on it. perhaps. never.