Hug

I used to have a friend who hugged me so tight and long that it felt like he was holding my pieces together for a brief moment. Pieces of sadness I try so very hard to press together every moment of my life like a sand castle made of dry sand. It was rest. It was joy. It was 10 seconds of safety and love. 10 seconds of silence and warmth. 10 seconds where I didn't have to hold myself together. I could really use that hug right now.