Hugs are like Hawaii
They come after all the fighting
All those debates and ideas spewed in the air like the vulgarness that spreads from our mouths
Hugs are meant for those who are genuine, the ones who suck in air to breathe out conviction
Those who bring the blood to our faces in the cold winters
If you were to hug me, you would hear a marching band whispering in your ear, that is my heart
I am happy to see you
But I don’t feel the same pulse flushing through your arms
The cold I feel is the breath on my shoulder
Just like aloha, hugs mean hi and farewell
I can no longer believe it as a lost of time but a loss of affection.
Those same whispers became louder but I could not hear the voice telling me no.
They don’t like my music
The drums are out of rhythm and the horns sound like fifth graders blowing raspberries
I no longer make noise. It was never needed.
But the band nerds were cut room so growth could consume
No longer do hugs need emotion or life but to let one know you are there. There for the time but no idea of future and I’m not sure whether those hugs were meant for them but I do know that memories are the past
I am now the master for hi and bye. My heart no longer clouds my judgment and neither do theirs. I have found the one.
Her heart beats, and there is red in her cheeks. She is real. She is for me
Photo by Hernan Piñera