Who knew it would be hugs
that were our undoing?
Those taken for granted
moments
where we gather
to connect.
Our hearts meet
clasped carelessly
and we feel
each other’s warmth.
Sometimes it’s more hesitant.
Is this Ok?
The boundaries of
our friendship are defined
in that moment.
Maybe a brief awkward
touch of shoulder.
Or an envelopement
that secures a friendship.
A synchronisity of touch
that celebrates our affection.
Those warm embraces
restore a sense of equilibrium.
The family embrace
that can say So
much more than
words. The clasp
a little longer
even a flutter of kisses
as we leave
or arrive.
I’m so greedy
I often want both.
Give Grannie a hug?
I call with trepidation.
Mostly it’s a fly by
catch with a giggle.
These moments are
tucked away.
A squirrled collection
of connection
Of love.
Hugs
I yearn for them.
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