365 Poems/106 Hug (Rough First Draft)
You hold me like we have
60 seconds to live.
And I realise
that it doesn’t matter
if I am ignored by everyone
from now until the world burns,
because this sudden, unexpected gift
is like practising magic with my mouth
and eyes closed.
But the truth that you will eventually
have to let go almost cripples me.
For now, everything I feel
is like those moments in childhood
when I would put my legs over the wall
and drop down, fully charged
with petrified happiness.