Do we hug now I say my body reaching for his when he hugs me
Vining into a hug cause I want to hug my friend and this may always be the last one
It is the last one, too, whaddya know.
Paranoia wins again
I am asking are we allowed to hug
Are we hugging even though
we said we can’t be friends now
Even though we said we love each other
Even though we said we miss you
But we aren’t friends
We said it’s not allowed now
But I guess now the question is do we hug?
Do people who aren’t friends hug?
I think the answer is usually yes but maybe not and maybe not when seeing him makes me wish I could be just a little bit dumber
Let them treat me like Bryce
Feed me but never ask how’s it going with your wife who we said we loved and then forgot about.
Nick isn’t great at remembering, fair enough.
I don’t hug people I don’t trust to hug me back
And that takes a long time
I don’t hug my own family unless I have to
He says yeah I think we hug and I feel so warm
The next day I see him and Pisco outside and he doesn’t take his earbuds out
I say I thought of you when I bought this dress see there are bells all over it
And he laughs
And I miss him
but we don’t hug now, I guess
He stays on the other side of the bench
In the elevator the nice Irish lady on my floor says our dogs look so good together and I agree and I wonder if one day
I’ll have this question about her too
Do we hug?
Are we allowed?
Do you still care about me?
I wonder when we do?
Is it after a couple beers?
Is it if Katy and Tony are there?
Was it the time of day?
What excuse do you people need to pretend you’re decent?
And why is my definition of decent coming down to if a man I thought was a dear friend can hug me if he’s drinking but not when he isn’t?