It happens in an instant,
the moment they become distant.
Each memory merely a snapshot,
frozen in your mind.
Smile for the picture,
a big, calming hug goodbye,
no more little tears left to cry.
Now there are only real tears,
the ones that come from your biggest fears,
the ones that leave you empty,
a body heaving for air,
for a nice, calming hug.
There are no more reassuring words,
from the one that makes your whole world.
No more smiles as you bite into your freshly baked cookie,
no more cheers on the soccer field,
no more hugs when you’re sad,
no more hugs when you’re glad,
Is it nice to miss class when you want?
Is it nice to get “mental health days?”
WHAT THE HECK.
It is NOT nice to have to miss class to see a therapist,
to talk about “feelings” and ways to help your crippling anxiety,
when missing class causes even more stress,
then being there.
It is NOT nice to stay in bed gasping for air,
in your hair,
It is NOT nice to lose a parent to cancer.
It is NOT nice to hear your condolences.
Don’t think of yourself as a hero for saying “sorry.”
Don’t fling around a word you don’t mean.
Don’t tell me you know how I’m feeling.
I don’t want a hug,
not from you.
I only want a big, calming hug.
If only I had the person here to give it to me.