The people in a life
The people that form it
I long for my mother’s embrace
To turn away and press my cheek into her collarbone
And close my eyes and will that her hand covers my face,
To hide me and let my worries melt away,
To come back when I am older, and more ready for life,
Some other day.
That disgruntled call, when you have broken from your sleep,
For the only comfort you have ever known,
and the only comfort there could ever be,
The call, the plea to be held in her arms
and rocked back to sleep or whispered to,
All conveyed in a single utterance of her name
When you're leaving your childhood home, or a place close to your heart
And you take the number of that neighbour who's been like second family
But you know you won't ever call them, you won't be able to
Because the only time you can bear to talk to them
Without drowning in longing
Is when you return to that place
You left so long ago…
I can tell it will happen to me, it’s only natural
I’ll just hold my loved ones tighter, love them more.
Feels like a warm hug sometimes