Grasping At Air

A shred of torn paper

Caught the corner of my eye,

And I bent to retrieve it.

Upon the parchment was scrawled:

All I needed was a hug.

I needed it so badly,

And I was so alone,

That I sobbed into these fingers

That used to intertwine

With your own.

A knot formed in my throat as I read,

And when I recognized the handwriting

As my own,

I sank to the concrete and wept,

Soaking these fingers,

These pitifully empty fingers.

Reviews

[Skoo.]

I get that too, reading something I wrote ages ago that I'd forgotten and having all the emotions I felt when I wrote it pulled back up to the surface.
This is really good Ben, I'm just finding it difficult to review because I have an overwhelming urge to hug you.