Our last hug was the most heartbreaking experience of my life.
You wrapped your arms as far as you could around me,
your hands pressing me so tightly against you
that when you inhaled I was forced to exhale.

We never settled our fight from the night before.
You stopped texting me back,
but you still sat in the hall with me that morning.
We didn't speak.

When I pulled away from your embrace
I looked into your eyes for the first time that day.
They were bloodshot.
I assumed mine looked the same.

I whispered good bye,
it wasn't meant to be so quiet but my voice faltered,
and as I turned to walk to class
I could feel your gaze on my back.

I miss you.
I am sorry that I left and I am sorry that I can't come back now.
Loss has never made me feel so lost.
Your arms were a broken home.