I’m hugging my pillow,
wishing it would hug me back.
My cold feet are tangled in sheets,
and my hot center has no-one to warm.
Every night I ask for a dream
that would guide you to me.
Even if I don’t deserve you,
I ask gods to answer my prayers.
I’m too young to give up
and too old to hope.
Alenka H., 2021