The hug you gave me was special.
I’m a connoisseur of hugs,
So I would know.
It was not the side hug.
What a horrible invention.
The awkward hug.
The hug that doesn’t want to hug.
It was not the friend hug.
A pleasant hug,
But around the shoulders.
Quick and sometimes embarrassed.
It was not the family hug.
Tight and close.
It’s full and comforting,
The best of hugs.
I’m not sure what you gave me.
Not a hug, more like a gift.
Jumping into my arms
Like you needed them.
When it was I who needed you.
Your soft cheek on mine,
Arms thrown around my neck,
my fingers on your waist
like they already knew the lines.
You gave me joy
standing on tip-toes.