Hug

A short sentimental poem; it means what it means to you.

Made up my mind to
Carry on like this

It’s been time long enough
Now you will see

There’s been days when I wasn’t
There’s been days full of you

I imagine you walking
You might even be
I image you singing

It’s like that one song that I can’t forget
It’s buried deep and it’s buried good
It’s the grave I live by

Make my face come to ashes
Make me not feel small by your lashes

Time: I’ve got it hardly

I am afraid of spiked bamboo

I’ve never been the type to hug
Oh mother forgive me
I’ve never been the type to hug