Acceptable

One thought it seems,is by far
fraid too much.
To bare the weight
of an others touch.
A single breath,left unbroken
that bares the weight,
an others spoken.
As far it seems,another kind
has had bid farewell
and left those blind.
Left far alone,away at sea
this weight it seems,
will drown in me.
Not to wait or wait as such
this weight to bare,
seems no small crutch.
Not to wait or wait too long
this wait it seems,soon comes along.
The weight to bear anothers touch....
The wait to bare anothers touch.