When it comes to the people we love dearly, you know you have but little time to waist, but little love to give in the amount of time given. You take that time, you give that love, and you don't hold back.
You hold them.
Not for a minute, not an hour, but for a very long time.
The hugs are longer, when you know they are needed in moments like these. Like the ones where I won't get to see you anymore. I won't get to hold you, smile with you, cry... to hold you while you cry and I make you smile afterwards. Tears shed no more, tear stained is another story.
But, as you go, those hugs, they continue to get longer and longer and longer... before I know it, the longest hugs are the ones I give myself.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
