A tacklehug
Running out to greet friends.
The feathery-light feeling
Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,
All grasping for some sort of an embrace.
A giant group hug
Bear hugs, too
Running and leaping and laughing.
A tap on the hand,
Asking for permission
Going a little beyond
Friendship
Scooting closer
Leaning in
Holding hands.
Arms around shoulders,
Elbows hooked,
A giant spinny circle
Where we always fall down.
Human touch is an incredible thing
And I cherish it.
It's a choice, every day.
It's a choice to love someone
To reach out your hand
To open your heart
And it's a choice to keep loving them
Through thick and thin.
It's a choice to stop.
I feel completely
Lost
Alone
By
Myself here.
No company
Could fix this.
Drowning in my own emotion,
Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.
I can't think straight,
Can't be
Bittersweet goodbye -
Half the grade is happy.
Half the grade is crying inconsolably.
There are tears and smiles
And hugs and laughs
And tissues and noses being blown
While the flowers bloom in the field
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