All the missing hugs...

There are so many hugs being missed right now.

The giant, squeezing, desperate hug of someone you love and haven’t seen in a long while.

The tentative, dancing hug of someone you don’t know well.

The frail hug of an elder, their shoulder blades stark under your hands as you enfold them.

There are the girl hugs, breasts between you with no place to go.

The fat hugs, where his tummy curves into all the free spaces.

The hugs you never want to let go of.

The hugs you’re not sure how to start.

Hugs that unwind all the tense places inside you.

Hugs that make tension, and remind you of all the ways that you are alive.

You’re missing the teacher hugs and the two kids trying to lift each other up in the air hugs and the I-don’t-want-to-leave hugs and even the I-feel-like-I-should-hug-other-people hugs.

The tip-toes to reach hugs.

The sitting-together hugs.

So many hugs that aren’t happening…