I wish I had a shoulder to lean on
That doesn’t pull away when I lean
A steady shelf for a heavy head
Someone to hold my hand
Our palms meeting
The lines making a fence around us
I am tired of being an island
With no residents
I want to be a house
Where someone knows
Which floorboards creak
And the doors that have to be locked
I want to be read from the cover to the final page
And still be kept on the shelf
I want to be a five star rating
A favorite