Mondays are just young Fridays


More cognitive than physical, even the
slightest embrace evokes images,
emotions, and feelings you’ve been
holding on to. Waiting for the right time.
Days are erased in an armful of years, no
voice is called for, a smile and the tears
say it all. Up close. Wishes and wants
forgotten, or realized. Invaluable,
irreplaceable, and immeasurable, it does
not matter how long, or how strong, or
when a hug begins, or who lets go first.
Important, however, the sensations last
until the next time.

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