Is there an expiration date on 
ever 
mutating it into never?
Like you’ve never been hugged
but recall a long long time ago
you felt the warmth of another;
never kissed that special one
yet memories of lips touching lips 
linger in your mind. 
Is there an expiration date 
on life? On becoming numb
to the hint of kindness;
stiff at signs of softness;
taking flight at the first signs 
of doubt; finding a clock
that stopped ticking.