at this alone

I can only be cold
for so long.
in time I need the warmth of
a heart
beside me.
I can't go at this alone.
these arms
were meant to be around
another soul.
these lips
meant to be pressed
against another set of lips.
heart to heart.
to be at rest at last
with true
love.
what a gift that would be,
this late
in life.
this far down the hard road.