Hugs

It’s the unsaid things that reach down deep,

and the invisible that I recall the most.

I collect lovingly 

a string of silences,

of laughter

and intonation,

a treasury of long looks,

quick glances,

supportive squeezes

and hands making slow circles 

on my lower back.

Unexpected late night conversations

stretching on for as long as necessary,

the effort made 

to take the time

to make the time

for possibility,

Taking the walls down

getting in the cracks.

Some connections trickle down

in the places you least expect.

You’re closer than you think.

8-3-2014

-ZG

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