12/10/13 The Dynamics of a Hug

A slow but sure kiss of human interaction has taken a toll on me.
The fact that I can remember the few people who hugged me over the last year haunts me.
The fond memories of people seeming to give a shit enough to show it in a regular manner.
Some nights I sit thinking how I can’t remember the touch of another person.
And whenever it does happen it surprises and bewilders me,
I have no idea how to start the simple action anymore.
The usual conventions and manners in which one initiates a hug.
This simple action I can remember giving my parents every night when they got home.
Has dissolved from my life and. It haunts me.
But it means so much when someone gives me one
That it’s strange they see it as a common gesture.
Just between friends.


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