The tight squeeze.
It’s force regulated by the depth of a wound;
Until it is mended
The heart continues to weep.

The longer the hold, the faster it is.
It’s silence speaks louder than ever.
Lungs dilate and contract with relief.
The heart begs for more.
Tighter.
Longer.

Before you know it,
It’s already been done.
What seemed permanent
Ended in warmth.