Where Are You?

These hands, these rough, shaking hands were always there for you when you fell. These battered arms, these tattooed and heavy arms were always here to hold you. My legs are giving way and my body is slowly collapsing. Where are you now? Where is your chest? The very chest I could rest my weary head upon. The soft thump, thump, thump washing me ashore to the beaches of sleep. Where is your back? The back I have gotten used to keeping warm. The back whose spine appeared to be the ivory keys on a piano running perfectly down the center. Where is that warm smile? The one that imprisoned me? The same smile that would burn through my darkest nights. Where are you? I need you now more than ever.