The hugs that linger a tad longer than usual.
The silent sound of them reassuring me; It'll be alright.
The searching look they give me, looking for something on my face.
A glimpse of something that'll give them something to work with.
They're desperate for a sign from me; what do I want from them.
They don't know how to act like it's okay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem