We must enjoy this day—even when a hug doesn’t feel like enough.
I will kiss you while you sleep, with your back turned, just so you know you are loved for existing.
I will make sure desire consumes you and feed you feverishly in bed.
Cut an orange and share the wedges, hide the daggers that burrow into your fragile heart.
Whatever your language I’ll speak it, I’ll sing it very out of tune and dance with it. Take your hand as we dance our own rhythm.
When a hug doesn’t feel like enough—I will leave flowers in your books to remind you of beauty in small places.
Take your hand and help you dream again, and in our dreams, we are still kind to each other. Please, we are still kind to each other.
When a hug doesn’t feel like enough—we will find a way through the dark, and enjoy this day.