A Moment of Closure

A hug they call it, a sweet embrace, I see naught much more than casual waste. Hear this: When two wrap arms those two touch hearts. Loves Warmth is shared! A tethered hearth! Droves Of waterfall on rock below, loaded Avalanches of melting snow! And yet more: a tickled itch, a rope wrapped gift… I loath and pray those numb hearts feel, Further that they know to sift As though what they’ve shared is as real as real. I would begrudge for what I’ve seen, but they don’t know what they’re holding Is worth much more than just a hug.