HUGGING

 

Sometimes when you say good-bye

you know the hugs you hug

will never be repeated.

 

Sometimes when you say good-bye

your expectations are that there’ll

be many more —

and on some occasions fate does intervene.

 

Sometimes when you say good-bye

you just don’t know what time will do

but if it’s up to you you’ll strive to stay alert.

 

Sometimes when you’ve had shingle pain

in places where you need to hug & be hugged

if you have a little wit

and knowing you can’t get out of it

you thank that neuropathic pain for its embrace

for it keeps informing  you:

you’re still a portion of human race.

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