Empty, Aching Arms....

What to do with empty arms that were so ready to nurture?  


I have been trying many things yet still I can't find the answer, 
Not a teddy cuddly, 
Nor pillow's soft fluff, 
None of these things, nothing is enough, 
No 'thing' will fill the space made only for your gentle touch.


I ask, "How can my arms miss something so very much?" 
"So much yearning for something they never even knew?"


My heart replies I already know the answer; 
As for the same reason it aches, 
My arms do too.  

By Me - who would have thought it? I wrote words that rhyme, my first ever poem.  Thank you boys :)