A Good One
Posted on | January 9, 2012 | No Comments
I wondered how we would hug, how we would fit together.
I wanted to know if he would smell like clean laundry or if he’d just smell like him, and if I would like that smell, could learn to like that smell, or perhaps if that smell would cure me of him full-stop.
I wanted to know if it would a strong hug, or a long one, or one of those hugs that don’t feel like a hug at all but more of a natural extension of our full expression, like two puzzle pieces that always has been side by side, without which there’d be no picture.
I knew the hug would demarcate the end of our time together, that we would likely amount to nothing more than what we already were; but at least, dear reader, in the end I got hugged twice.
Happy belated New Year.