Our last hug.

The hug I thought would deluge back all those memories,

Was the one that made me feel it was actually extinct.

That futile hug,

The hug that meant nothing to you.

The hug I thought would solve every complication,

That hug, the one that ended my biggest one.

That hospitable detached hug,

The hug I thought would be warm and heartfelt.

The tiresome worn out hug,

That hug I longed for.

That hug you didn’t want to participate in,

The hug I endured wasn’t the old one.

That hug that I contemplated would make you come to your senses,

The hug did nothing to you,

that it did to me.