The Hug

The Hug

Time most cherished, conversing and all

learning of and re-living a past.

Six feet apart is a safe distance, however small.

Allowing to talk through the ages at last.

It no longer matters, the past, the hurt

that is forgiven, forgotten, and to start anew.

No words from the heart, no actions overt,

we faced each other to bid adieu…..

Bodies pressed together, my heart skipped a beat.

so tightly we hugged, and held

an embrace not forgotten, and sweet.

Intuition told me our lungs had swelled.

We knew we were home, at last, after decades

My soul was shaking, as I felt a sigh---
yours or mine, doesn't matter, my soul persuades

you to stop wondering “why”.

Hands clutching backs, not pulling away--

not wanting to break the spell.
joy and regret were with me that day,

as I stepped back and bade you farewell.