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.