Who knew it would be hugs

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.