A Moment of Closure
A hug they call it, a sweet embrace,
I see naught much more than casual waste.
Hear this: When two wrap arms those two touch hearts. Loves
Warmth is shared! A tethered hearth! Droves
Of waterfall on rock below, loaded
Avalanches of melting snow!
And yet more: a tickled itch, a rope wrapped gift…
I loath and pray those numb hearts feel,
Further that they know to sift
As though what they’ve shared is as real as real.
I would begrudge for what I’ve seen,
but they don’t know what they’re holding
Is worth much more than just a hug.
Copyright © Samuel Hess | Year Posted 2023
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