I look around me again and I see none. I cling to some of my favorite things for comfort—things that used to strengthen me in the past. Sorry, they say, we can’t do it anymore. If you want to held in a symbolic way, you’ll have to look elsewhere. Where? I know I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t help it. Where do I look for what you once gave me? I remember how I felt when I held you. I felt you were my friend and that I could tell you anything. Time is running short and I don’t know where I’ll be in January—cold and harsh January in theEast Coast. Will I be out getting all the snow? I have to worry about it now. Tomorrow or next week might be too late.