I remember

A poem I wrote for class

I remember when I felt the warmth of his hug.

Strong and warm.

Comforting when I felt upset over something little but idiotic.

He hugged me like he was giving me strength to be happy again.

I could smell his cologne, the scent of the forest.

I accepted the hug with grace.

Glad that someone actually cares about me.

I wanted to hug him longer, but I didn’t want people to get suspicious.

Besides, he probably liked someone else instead of me.

But I didn’t care.

All I cared about was how he comforted me with his hug.

His strong and warm hug.

I always believed that no one cared about me.

But he did.

Someone actually cared.

Reviews

[Savannah]

The way you structured your poem, made it flow very well. I understand how you feel, and you described it perfectly.