Hugs

Hugs filled our weekend. 

We held each other, remembering and memorizing.

We clung to one another, storing the embrace for the days we are apart.

We spoke words with our arms: I love you, I miss you, I accept you.

We communicated with our chests, you are safe.

We held the past, present, and future in our embrace.

~~~~~

We are in the room because our grandma left us.  We connect over the loss.  We are in this room with family.  Some of this family loves us.  Some of this family hates us.  Most of this family does not know us.

We cling.  We embrace until all those around us are uncomfortable.  They know we have connected.  They see.  They don’t have that.  They don’t understand. 

The embrace goes beyond the touch of our arms around one another's back.  It goes beyond our hearts beating together.  It goes beyond the quiet space we create in this embrace.  

I can still see the hug.  I can still feel the hug.  I sat in it.  I brought it with me.  I crave it again.