Hug me until my broken bones
Jewel Isaac

Hug me until my broken bones
come back into place
and my heart finds a place
next to yours.

I want to lie in
the crook of your neck
in the moonlit night sky
on the floor of your car.

Are we best friends or
are we lovers
who cover up our sentiment
with playful insults and banter?

Do you think of me often?
Or am I merely an afterthought
after you kiss her
on the mouth?

You know how much I think of you,
right?
I think you do.
Please tell me you do.