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.
Two kids
The song
The beat
The rhythm
You know the rhythm, don't you?
Pulling you up
Pulling you to me
Out there
I know it's scary
Couldn't we let go and not care
Just for tonight?
Giddy is the exhilaration
Thinking about you
Getting excited
For what, I don't know
Counting down the days until I can see you again
(Summer is hard)
Reading love stories
Listening to love songs
I cried.
I looked at the photos,
The Polaroids,
And I cried
And cried
And cried.
I couldn't feel anything.
My heart was bleeding
And I couldn't feel it.
I cried
Emotionless
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