BY MATTIE WOODSIDE
It’s an embrace.
The kind that has been molded, formed, and
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,
It’s knowing their mere presence,
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.