The Poem of 3 Hugs

Make Them Count

Photo by Chad Madden on Unsplash

There were 3 hugs.

The first hug.

We were sitting on the bench.
Staring at the water.
I told her I will miss you.
You are one of the most caring people I know.
I’m so grateful for you.

The second hug.

She came home the night before I was leaving.
She just walked right up to me and hugged me.
She didn’t let go.
We hugged for 10 minutes.
Holding tight.
Our chests pressed together.
There was something about her touch.
That’s when I felt it.
That’s when my tears came down my face.
I will miss her.
Her love and support came from her heart.
My vulnerability was heightened.
Her heart was beating in sync with mine.
Our hearts spoke with understanding.
I will miss you.

The third hug.

The last hug.
Waiting for the train.
This hug felt different.
We both knew it was the last hug.
My tears came down uncontrollably.
We both squeezed tight.
But we squeezed differently than the previous night.
The fear in this final hug made it different.
It was different.
I’m going to miss you when you leave.
I love you.
I love you too.

Forever and always.

//Originally posted on Medium.