Hug

It wasn’t fireworks.

No symphony.

Just the hush of arms around you—

the quietest kind of truth.

You didn’t cry.

But something inside you sighed 

the part of you that always stays braced,

always waits to be enough.

The warmth didn’t ask who you had been.

Didn’t need you to explain.

It just said:

“Here. You. Matter.”

Time slowed.

Not like a movie.

More like how dusk lingers

before it agrees to let go.

And when it ended,

you walked away

a little more whole

than when you arrived.

Not because you were fixed.

But because you were held.

Seen. For one 

whole breath of forever.