BY MATTIE WOODSIDE

It’s an embrace.

The kind that has been molded, formed, and

shaped

to every pain, suffering, and sorrow.

It’s the blinding brightness,

of your screen,

when you get a message at some ungodly hour,

and the fact that worry comes before,

anger.

It’s knowing their mere presence,

saves you,

from yourself,

when you never knew,

that you even needed saving.

It’s the get well cards laid gently

on the doorstep,

or the chocolate croissants shoved gracefully

into the front door,

or a burger and fries when it’s snowing.

It’s saying it with your eyes,

feeling it in your heart,

saving your words,

and knowing all is well.

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